✔ o h . e m . g e e ✔ | t e s t | ✗☣✗

Favorite Band?

Danger Radio	6.0%	[ 9 ]
Escape the Fate	20.5%	[ 31 ]
Alesana	6.6%	[ 10 ]
Here for da goldz!	11.9%	[ 18 ]
blessthefall	1.3%	[ 2 ]
Breathe Carolina	9.9%	[ 15 ]
Dance Gavin Dance	1.3%	[ 2 ]
Bring Me the Horizon	7.9%	[ 12 ]
Emarosa	1.3%	[ 2 ]
Your face!	33.1%	[ 50 ]
Total Votes:			[ 151 ]

[empty sighs and wine]

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even though it's gonna crumble down,

|| i'll keep building 'til you come around, even though it's gonna fall apart ||

break my heart, i'll keep building 'til die

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T__TohnoT__TThis was Sophie’s worst nightmare. Literally, this was something that she would have only expected to happen on those days she watched a really scary movie with Max and happened to fall asleep during or after they finished watching it. And to be honest, Sophie was half convinced that she was only having a nightmare. Maybe she'd actually fallen asleep or something at some point and this was one of those freaky dreams that felt completely real. Sophie would take a dream feeling real over this really happening any day. After all, she wanted nothing to happen to Max, no matter what. He was the light of her eye, and if she even THOUGHT something bad happened to him that sparkle would disappear. It was one of her flaws, being so over-reactive about every little thing that happened. But how could she help the fact that she was a worrier? Sophie was born this way, and she was sure it was some type of disorder that caused her to become so fearful of everything. Sophie never road roller-coasters that looked dangerous, although she had been on some before. She wouldn't ride in a boat if it looked unstable, either, because she was just so afraid that something bad would happen. When she was driving Sophie had to force herself to think positive thoughts and not worry about herself getting into an accident. It was just the way things went, and Max luckily put up with it. She was extremely glad that Max hadn't just laughed at her and broke up with her when she told him she worried about him when they didn't talk after a few hours. Most guys she knew would think of that as a clingy factor, and guys didn't like overly clingy girls. But it wasn't like Sophie had immediately started to worry about him as soon as they started dating. Sophie started worrying after they fell in love. Because then she knew that if she lost him somehow, she'd be heartbroken.

T__TohnoT__TIt seemed to Sophie that she was going to lose him somehow. Car accidents never ended up well, and Sophie saw that Max had been in a rather dangerous accident once she go to the where he was. It was the stupid news channel that had her so freaked out! They never showed the accidents that people lived in. It was always "A car crashed on the corner of Route 3 and two adults and their children perished," or "Five teenagers died in a car crash today," and never "There was an accident near a donut shop and all the passengers lived and became successful persons." It just wasn't fair that something like this had to happen! Sure, Sophie didn't know if anything bad had happened, but her being the slightly pessimistic teenager she was, of course she immediately figured that something was terrible wrong. All she needed was some reassurance that everything was alright. For some reason the cops and paramedics didn't want to let Sophie through, and that was very upsetting to the female. It wasn't like she was going to go over there and stab her own boyfriend or anything! She just needed to see him and hear his voice for comfort, to know that he was alive. Thankfully, Sophie managed to push past the officials and went to kneel next to Max so she could see that he was alright. Thankfully Max seemed to be perfectly fine, although . . . he did seem to be a little bit confused, which made Sophie worry for just a moment.

T__TohnoT__THer worry went away, however, because of course he would be a little confused! He'd just been in an accident so it was natural for a person in an accident to not know what was going on. Sophie smiled a bit sadly at Max because it seemed like he'd lost his sense of humor for the moment. At least, he hadn't reacted the way she thought he would. "Yeah, I suppose I should let them put you on the gurney. That way you don't get hurt anymore than you already are." Of course, Sophie didn't know how badly he was hurt, but she knew that he needed to get to the hospital. And of course Sophie was going to follow right along, whether it be in her car or her sitting in the ambulance with him. She laughed and shook her head at Max when he said she should go, although it was a bit of an uneasy laugh. She could tell something was going on, she just couldn't tell what it was that was going wrong. "Of course I'm going to go with you. Why wouldn't I?" Rhetorical question, because Sophie wasn't quite sure she wanted the answer. She just didn't know why she felt this way. Maybe she developed some type of sixth sense in the past few hours or something, Sophie didn't know; she just knew that they needed to get Max checked out as soon as possible. Sophie was just about to ask Max a question when the guy that had been checking Max's pulse said that she should back away so they could get him on the gurney and to the hospital. She asked if it was alright that she ride in the ambulance, and . . . they said no. She had to follow in a car and wait so she could visit him.

T__TohnoT__TThere was one problem with their verdict, and it was that it caused Sophie to get REALLY worried. In the accidents that the victims had made it out fine in, the paramedics normally just checked the person out then let them go! Max had to go to a hospital, and that was a scary thought for sure, especially if Sophie wasn't able to travel along with him. Not to mention, they typically only let family members in to visit, and NOT girlfriend's, no matter how much she cared about Max. Sophie reluctantly let them take Max away, and she went over to talk to Max's parents. They were definitely shaken a little bit, and Sophie understood why. As people were starting to clear out, Sophie finally got into her car so she could head towards the hospital. She didn't go in right away. Everyone knew that hospitals weren't places that Sophie liked, and only a person she loved very much would be able to get her to go into one. For Max she would go in and visit, and maybe it would turn out all the better because she'd came. It still took a while for Sophie to make herself get out of the car and start walking through the stark white corridors. After a while, she found the desk so she could ask where Max's room was. They asked her what her name was and Sophie really hoped they didn't say she couldn't see him. But apparently they had her name documented on a list of some sort of people that could visit, so Sophie was happy. For the most part at least.

T__TohnoT__TShe wasn't so happy, however, that she was in this situation. She was really nervous and didn't know if she wanted to hear the doctor's analysis on Max. What if something was horribly wrong? No, nothing bad could have happened. He had sounded perfectly fine, if not a little confused, earlier! After walking for a while, Sophie found the hospital room. She didn't go right in because she was on the verge of tears. Because she didn't want to let them see her cry, Sophie just stood for a moment breathing deeply to calm her brain down a little bit. Then she went inside. Sophie didn't know what to do. Max was on the hospital bed looking absolutely fine, aside from some bandages, and talking to Oliver, who only had a bandage on his hand. She felt like running up to him and hugging him, but she was sure that wasn't a good idea. Instead, she smiled sadly at him then gave his parents a hug when they started talking to her. Then she walked up to Oliver and gave him a hug too. Hey, she was glad he wasn't hurt too badly, either! They were friends too, only not AS close as Max was with him. "How are you feeling Oliver?" She asked Max's friend, first, because he just had this look on his face. Sophie didn't really recognize the look, she just wanted to know that he wasn't hurting much. Hey, Sophie was a caring girl, she hated for ANYONE to be hurt, no matter if they were her best friends or her worst enemies! Oliver seemed to be fine, too. Sophie's parents were staring at her, though, and she didn't understand why. It was starting to creep her out just a tiny bit.

T__TohnoT__TTurning to Max, she sat down on the side of his hospital bed and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek, thinking it was no big deal. Hey, they were dating and had been for a while, she should be allowed to kiss her boyfriend! She just didn't know that her boyfriend didn't have a clue who she was. After a moment of thinking, Sophie finally spoke up again. "So did they tell you if anything is wrong yet? I mean . . . you fell alright don't you? And how did the game go? I'm sorry I couldn't make it this time . . " Now that Sophie was with him, she just couldn't stop asking questions. That was what she did when she was worried! Sophie would just start to ramble. She ended up shutting up and just holding Max's hand in the end. Maybe that would make everything all better.

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|| build a bridge of memories, stretch it out overseas, to the end of the world ||

there's a way.

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[empty sighs and wine]

ireallyloveraymond<3rylanlooksthesameasray,butidunlovehimorlikehimmuch.idon'tknowwhojordanis>.<

my shame is cold like a grave, but my lust is hot like an engine

[[ with pistons that pump and a heart that thumps to the beat ]]

but I can’t wrap my head around, so I let my body fall in step.

ireallyloveraymond<3rylanlooksthesameasray,butidunlovehimorlikehimmuch.idon'tknowwhojordanis>.<

iloveray<3Of course Seth was going to be just a little ticked off at the woman that had walked into the clothing store at the last minute to request an alteration. It always pissed her off when people came last minute. I mean come ON. Right on the window of the door it specifically stated that the tailor left at a certain time. They couldn't just read the sign and realize maybe they should come back another day? Yeah, Seth would have appreciated that a lot more than being forced to put up with some woman that seemed to think she was doing absolutely nothing wrong. If Seth could have, she'd have turned down the request. She WOULD have told the woman to come back another day because she was leaving and had things to do. But of course she wasn't allowed to and, besides, apparently this was really urgent. The t-shirts, plain colored t-shirts with no designs might I add, were apparently essential to her existence. So Seth had to take them, despite the fact that she was really looking forward to the night that was about to be there. There was really only ever one reason for Seth to be anxious about getting off of work. Any other time and Seth would enjoy sewing and altering to its full extent, despite the fact that she was WORKING, and not want to get off until the store closed. But those days only happened when she didn't have Ray to meet up with after she got off. If she and Ray were planning something, whether it be to just hang out for an hour or two or to go out to dinner, she just had to get off on time so she could spend some time with her man. Because yes, Ray was HERS. She wasn't ever going to let him go because he was too good to her to be with anyone else. Alright, so maybe Seth just really loved him, but that meant Seth would never do anything to hurt him.

iloveray<3That "anything" included running late getting off of work. Oh hell no, Seth was not going to be late. Tonight wasn't just a night that she got to be with Ray, tonight was a Friday Night that she got to be with Ray, and that meant something. Most Friday's Seth DIDN'T get to see him for dinner. No, Seth didn't take any offense to it, it was only because he and Ry had an upstanding tradition that involved them going out for dinner together and switching half their food. Most of the time Ray did ask Seth to go along, but Seth didn't feel that it was right to intrude all of the time. She wanted Ray to be able to have his time with his brother and she would get him all to herself some other time. But tonight was different because there was a party going to happen after dinner. She wanted to spend time with Ray and his brother before they went to the party, and besides, she just really missed Ray. Seth thought Ray was perfect in every single way, but there was a small tiny flaw that never ceased to make Seth want to smack him over the head. This tiny flaw really wasn't a bad thing to be honest, she just hated not being able to be with him all the time because he worked a lot. His "flaw" was that he worked as many hours as he could just to get extra money. He had a great work ethic and all, but sometimes it hurt him because he also had school and homework. Of course, they made it work! Tonight she and him would finally get to take a bit of a break and have fun at the party they'd been invited to, as well as sit with him for dinner. Seth just had to make it home so she could sexify herself.

iloveray<3 Eh, so maybe Seth was a little bit cocky when she thought about it. But hey, she enjoyed having the attitude she did. Some people thought she was annoying, but Seth didn't care if others thought so. As long as she had her best friends and Ray and Ry, she was good. Because they liked the way she acted. It wasn't like she was going to change the way she acted for anyone ANYWAY. Her parents had tried to form her into this sweet and proper girl that was a model daughter, and Seth just wasn't having that. Number one, they gave her a boy name so what could they expect? That wasn't to say that Seth was rude and sat like a boy and acted manly, because she was actually very polite when she wasn't pissed off and she sat with nice posture, she just expressed herself whenever she felt the need to. She wasn't going to keep her mouth shut if she had something on her mind, she'd say it. Like when Ry looked really stupid sometimes with whatever she was wearing and Seth paused what she was doing with Ray to go into Ry's closet and pick him out something else. Honestly, sometimes she swore that boy got dressed in the dark when he was in a hurry! Seth was the one in a hurry right now, and of course she didn't dress in the dark. She just wanted to get her shower taken quickly, that was it. Because if she had her shower taken by the time Ray got to her house, she could take a bit longer doing other things. He wasn't going to smack her for taking a long time on anything.

iloveray<3Seth only just got out of the shower when she got Raymond's text message, so she figured she was making pretty good time. At least for the circumstances she was. Now all she had to do was get dressed and do her hair which wasn't too much trouble . . . until Ray scared the crap out of her by honking at her and yelling for her to hurry up. That of course made her slow DOWN rather than speed up. If Ray really wanted her to speed up the way she was getting dressed, he would have just walked through her front door, seeing as it was unlocked. That way, Seth would have been able to get dressed while Ray sat down. Having him in the room made her concentrate more because she knew that Ray was sitting right there and the faster she got ready the faster she could pounce him and be with him. With Ray outside near his car . . . well he wasn't close to her. She didn't have any motivation to hurry up. Well, she had plenty of motivation, she was just a little bit distracted. It didn't help that now she had to stick her head out the window and talk to him, which only made her want to stay at the window to talk to Ray. Which she did just for a minute or so. After she told him not to tell her how to live her life life, Seth honestly couldn't keep a straight face. She'd tried to keep a smile off of her face to appear completely pissed off, but how in the world could she possibly be pissed off at Roy? It was impossible in Seth's eyes, which was why she had nothing but a smile on her face. She loved how they could be like this, teasing each other, and not ever take offense. That didn't mean she wasn't going to have something to say back to him, though.

iloveray<3"You know what? I just got one free 'tell Ray how to live his life' pass," Seth stated with a grin. "Tomorrow you're my slave babeh." She was completely serious and that was what a lot of people liked about her. She was going to occupy Ray's time tomorrow whether he liked it or not! And no, she didn't have anything perverted in mind when she said Ray was his slave for a day. seth wasn't like that at all, despite how she could joke at times. Chances were that Seth would just want to go out and do things with Ray. Of course she liked being touchy-feely with Ray, but mostly Seth was just happy to hold Ray's hand or sit with him all snuggled up. Unlike her brothers, she wasn't interested in living her life as one continuous tonsil hockey game. And even if she WAS interested, Seth would have the decency not to play tonsil hockey in front of a lot of people. However, Ray wasn't Seth's slave YET. Because if she didn't hurry up Ray was going to kill her for taking forever to do her hair, which DEFINITELY still needed to be done. Even if Ray said that her hair looked fine, she knew that it wasn't. Hell, she hadn't even brushed it yet, so it COULDN'T look fine. Hence the reason why she blew him a kiss so she could go back inside and get to work again on her appearance. When she'd pulled her body back inside from out the window, somehow she ended up thinking of Rylan.

iloveray<3Now you better not be thinking something scandalous, because I know there are people out there with perverted minds thinking that Seth is a backstabbing girlfriend that has a thing for her brother and his twin. That is entirely NOT the case. Sure, at first when she met them the were both crush worthy. After she took the time to get to know the both of them, though, Seth found that she liked Ray more as a boyfriend and Ry more of a best friend. Seth DID love Ry, but not the way she loved Ray. Seth wanted to marry Ray someday, that's how much she loved him. Ry had heard the words "I love you" from Seth, but not in the context that it was when she said it to Ray. It was just that simple, honestly. Seth actually got really pissed off when people that she'd known in high school asked her if she had ever thought of dating BOTH of the twins, because twins were every man and woman's dream. Number one, she was not the type of person to cheat on anyone at all. Number two? That was just SICK. Ew ew ew ew ew. Ry was sort of like a brother to Seth too, so that was just out of the question. So she wasn't thinking of Ry for any reason that Ray would be angry about, she was thinking of him because she realized that she hadn't seen him in almost a week! That was a really long time considering that she normally saw both Ray AND Ry every day. The fact that tonight's dinner would be kind of like a weekly reunion had Seth all the more excited. And she decided that she needed to get Ry a gift! "Gifts" were a tradition with herself and Ry, although she got Ray gifts occasionally too. Ray's gifts were better, though, because. . . well, Ry's gifts were just whatever she could find laying on the floor when she thought of getting him something. But it was the thought that counted! Besides, it seemed that every time she was around, Ry needed a pick-me-up. She just saw this look in his eyes that was sad (although she didn't understand it) and felt the need to make him smile a bit, which she always managed to do in the end.

iloveray<3Perhaps there would be no sadness or drama at the diner tonight, though. And besides, Seth's brain was quickly reverting to her normal thoughts of "Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, rayrayrayrayray<3." She needed to focus. Before she went outside, she picked out Ry a present and placed it in her purse, then stopped for a moment. She had to get Jordan a present too! AND Ray! Ah. . . Jordan. She'd be there too, no doubt. That wasn't to say that Seth had anything against the woman, but sometimes Seth didn't think that Jordan liked her very much. Yeah, they'd hung out a few times and Seth thought she was really cool, but she didn't always get a good vibe from Jordan. She was still going to be nice and do anything to make sure they stayed friends and didn't somehow become enemies. If her gifts worked for that . . .then great! If not . . . well Seth was just going to feel awkward at the diner with Ray, Ry, and Jordan. That is, if she ever got there! Seth picked up a present for Jordan real quick, then got something she had waiting for Ray and stuck it in her purse as well. Afterward, she went out to the driveway so she could greet Ray. She started by telling him about her day because she needed to let that out of her system. And she talked fast because, like Ray, she just wanted to be in his arms. Hell, who wouldn't want to be in Ray's arms?! He was perfect in every way. Seth's woes of he day were completely forgotten as soon as Ray locked his arms around her. THIS was what she looked forward to at he end of the day, and it's all she wanted. She wanted to stay like this all day as well, but she knew that it wasn't going to happen. Ray, she could tell, was hungry.

iloveray<3Seth definitely knew her boyfriend well, and she knew that sometimes he got so sidetracked that he forgot to eat. She thought it was a pretty unhealthy habit, but it wasn't like she could mentally remind him. They should probably get headed to the diner to feed Ray, but Seth didn't want to move just yet, therefore she leaned her head against his shoulder and relaxed as he rubbed her back. Of course Ray just confirmed to her that he hadn't eaten, so Seth sighed. "Ray, do I have to start going up to your job with food and force you to take a break?! Because I will! I can't have my baby starving," Seth said pulling back to glare at him lightly before kissing him on the cheek. "I guess we should leave right now then . . because I'm hungry too. And I won't rest until we are both at least a two on the scale." Soon after that, Ray helped Seth get into the car and they were off to the diner. When they got there, Seth was definitely happy. She laced her fingers with Ray's as well and there was this bounce in her step because she was so happy. She not only was happy that they would all get to eat out together, but because they got there first and could have a little bit of alone time before everyone else arrived. So she sat down in the booth and waited for Ray to follow in, then scooted up to him as much as she possibly could while making sure her fingers were laced with his again.

iloveray<3Smiling as he kissed her cheek, Seth turned to face him and just looked at him for a moment. She couldn't help but to do it every time she was with Ray, she had to give him that look that said "i love you so much" and just stay that way for a second before she moved on to whatever was on her mind. After she gazed at him for a moment, she leaned in to give him a sweet kiss on the lips, then looked around because it was surprisingly quiet. Without Ry there, it was REALLY quiet. Although for now it was a good quiet because she was with her man <3 "Oh! Ray! I got everyone presents! And I got something especially special for you," Seth winked at him then leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I got you kisses." She said with a little giggle to her voice, then pulled the small bag of chocolate and caramel kisses from her purse with her other hand and leaned back a little bit, taking the bag and holding it out in front of him. "Chocolate and caramel kisses. MWA!"

ireallyloveraymond<3rylanlooksthesameasray,butidunlovehimorlikehimmuch.idon'tknowwhojordanis>.<

|| and I’ve lost the rhythm. and all I’m left with is my regrets. ||

can you hear the sound?

ireallyloveraymond<3rylanlooksthesameasray,butidunlovehimorlikehimmuch.idon'tknowwhojordanis>.<

[empty sighs and wine]

Taciette.Katrissa.Lovelle

xxxmy passport says

i'll kick your teeth in if i hear you call me anything but→ tacie or kat
give me pressies on this day→ january the fifth
i've walked this earth for this long→ twenty two
downstairs there's a→ i've got two hand fulls on my chest ;D
i swear it's not dyed→ mostly brown, but it varies
no colored contacts here→ soulful lovely brown
i'm just an everyday→ little miss b***h, dolls :]

xxxwhat the passport misses

i tower above at→ five feet, seven inches
i weigh in at→ a hundred and six pounds
tickle my pickle→ i go both ways; depends on the mood.
this ink isn't perminent→ most of the time, they're covered with sleeves, but I've got almost a full sleeve and another old fashioned record player on my right side. I might get more, but if so it'll be something small.
they're only holes→ vertical labret, belly button, ear lobes thrice, industrial in left ear and one cartilage in my right.

xxxthis is me

perfect→ oh come on, let's not deny it. I'm perfect on more ways than I can count on both hands and feet, and you can see it too. There's no need to deny it anyway. I may be tatted up but I can sure as hell pull off every single drop of ink embedded into my body better than your hottest rockstar. I shouldn't need to even expand on this anymore.
french→ this should be another one of those obvious things. I'm from France, as in I was born there and lived there until I was fifteen, then I moved here to droll and boring London, England. I speak French and English, so that leaves me with a very sexy accent mixed between French and a English accent. I love it <3
manipulative→ of course I am, although it's not like I let people onto the fact that I know this. Look, I just think if I want it I need to have it. Growing up the way I did means that I have very high expectations, kaybabe? If I don't get what I want myself I turn on the charm and get it from someone else, no matter what it happens to be.
blunt→ i don't believe in beating around the bush. I'll tell you how it is when it happens and won't put up with anyone tiptoeing around my feelings. No, you tell me what you feel and think, I do the same and it's all good. If I hurt your feelings? Well, yeah, I'll say I'm sorry, but I'm still right so that's all that counts :]
easy to please→ Okay, sounds like a trick, right? Really, though, I AM easy to please. There's only one thing I want and that is love and attention. Maybe I didn't get it enough as a child, but hey, if I can get it now. I don't care if it's just a guy telling me I look nice, that makes me feel happy. For the person I am, cocky and rude, I have an oddly LOW self-esteem.

xxxyays and nays

money→ My parents are rich. I grew up bathing in cash. Who WOULDN'T like money? It makes the world go round.
reading→ despite everything everyone says about me, I'm not some stupid uneducated woman. I'm twenty-two, I finished college two years ago with a bachelors, that's smart for you right there. So yes, I love to read when I have the time.
cigarettes→ I'll admit I have a dirty habit of smoking. I don't smoke like a million packs a day, but I have to have one in the morning, one near lunch, and one near dinner. I always brush my teeth after I smoke, too, and if I'm not near a sink, I have mints!
music/iPod→ if I'm without an iPod and my cellphone, you know I'm either crazy or drunk out of my mind. I never go anywhere without an iPod in my pocket and earbuds in my ears. Now I don't keep music on all the time because I'm nice enough to listen to what people START saying. Say one thing I don't like though, and my volume goes up and up and up.
cute stuff→ there's no limit to this. If I think something or someone is cute, they've got my two thumbs up. This ranges from pajama pants with powerpuff girls on them (yes, I own =P) to little trinkets. Hey, I'm a chick, I like cute stuff. *shrugs*
high heels→ They're just amazing. I'm only five seven and most guys I know are either six feet or well over, and thus I need to be around their height. Makes easy access for kissing ;D

ANNOYING texting→ I actually spell out my texts. I don't abbreviate like "wht r u doing 4 dner"? yeahno, anytime I get something like that, I don't even read, I just delete. That stuff is just so annoying. At least text in another language if you are going to text in txt tlk.
fried food→ just don't give me fried foods with dripping grease. I'll eat fried foods if it isn't drenched, but just. . ugh. no.
country music→ I just don't like it. There isn't much to say about it except that there's too much twang. I'm more of a rock and r&b type girl to begin with. Country music doesn't make well for parties >.<
party crashers→ if I didn't invite you, you don't belong. you're boring, so don't bust up in my party thinking you belong there! And this applies to anyone really that puts my mood down. I am NOT a nice person when I get mad.
preteens→ those kids that are around eleven and twelve are extremely annoying. They think they're all that because they're ALMOST a teenager. Yeah, I know because I've got a sister that age, and she drives me up a wall.
basic cellphone ringers→ the ringers that come programmed into your phone make me want to stomp on the phone it comes from. Buy some fricken song tones or something, no one wants to hear BEEP BEEP BEEP *stabs beep*

BACKDROPsilhouette

[empty sighs and wine]

✖ My name is Kaeden Raydan Pierce
✖ For the love of all that's holy, call me Kae (ae pronounced like eye)
✖ For the benefit of the general public, i have a p***s.
✖ I've had said p***s for around twenty one years.
✖ By the way, I'm the best thing since sliced paper.

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[empty sighs and wine]

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" Lets take them back to the days, when we were family
My breath was your breath when we were young.
I think it's funny how the times have changed,
throw being jealous in the mix and now all i know of you is a name
Couldn't have came at a better time. This ends right now. "

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It happened every single time, something that Vivi wasn’t so enthralled with. She wasn’t sure why she couldn’t just hold herself together while in the presence of Lila, or rather, why Lila couldn’t leave her alone at times. Lila needed to “pick on someone her won size” as some would say. Sure Vivi and Lila were around the same age, but in terms of sticking up for herself, Genevieve was about a one on the scale if ten meant you were really ballsy. A lot of the times Vivi just didn’t understand why Lila was so mean all of the time, and she especially wondered why she had to go and embarrass her in front of Phillip. Of course, today Vivi was just hoping Lila would pretend she didn’t even know who Vivi was. That way she could get her essay completed and would have time to gather her wits for the party. If Vivi was actually able to focus, writing her paper would be calming and her place of Zen. But as of late, homework was just becoming aggravating. It was due to no other than her work load. Vivi had started out working only one job when she got into college. That was a lot easier to handle because of the amount off of work she had between classes. That was only when Vivi had paid for her first set of classes, though. That was when she realized that she wasn’t going to be getting any financial aid from the government because she was listed as a dependant under her step-mother’s name. Her step-mom had all the money that was supposed to be hers, though, so why would they be getting money when they had no financial need? Granted, the government didn’t necessarily know that her step-mom was denying her a will-granted amount of money, so Vivi had to get that second job. Of course she was keeping her grades up, because she was on a PARTIAL scholarship and it required a certain grade point average. It was just very tiring and time consuming. What used to be fun for Vivi, college that is, turned into something she groaned at when she got home from her job.

It was kind of like the way she was mentally groaning at Lila throughout the entire day. Of course she wasn't going to literally groan AT Lila, around Lila because . . . well Vivi was NOT asking for a beating today. She didn't want any trouble, hell, she NEVER wanted any trouble. It seemed as if trouble just seemed to float towards Vivi at all hours of the day, no matter how much she pleaded for it to just leave her alone and give her a little break.And Vivi really really needed a break. From almost everything. She needed a break from school, work, AND Lila, most of all. It was amazing how her own step-sister could be so . . . so terrible as to deserve her own category in the dark side. Yet Vivi couldn't say she was really surprised anymore. At first it was a bit shocking that Lila would do or say certain things to Vivi or concerning her. But now . . . well, now things were

[empty sighs and wine]

Wish

you could turn off

the questions, turn

off the voices,

turn off all sound.

Yearn

to close out

the ugliness, close

out the filthiness,

close out all light.

Long

to cast away

yesterday, cast

away memory,

cast away all jeopardy.

Pray

you could somehow stop

the uncertainty, somehow

stop the loathing,

somehow stop the pain.

- Ellen Hopkins

[empty sighs and wine]

ғℓч мє тσ
xxxxxxxx Ƞєvєяℓαи∂ ✈

⊱ Rosalina Ailin Derval ⊰
xxxxxxx

『 Come take a ride with this wild thing.
I'm tryna take you where my heart is.
Not like them other journies, so far from oridinary. 』

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX- - - ⊱ the lagoon mermaid ⊰
❛I could lure you in, I'm so clever with it. ❜

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❛There's really nowhere to run so you can just forget it. ❜
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx『 мч sιɢиαтυяє яєα∂s 』

• ɢιvєи тιтℓє ••• rosalina ailin derval ••
xxxxxxxxlet's face it, who in neverland knows me by that name?
• ɑssυмє∂ тιтℓє ••• circe, temptress, mermaid, the thing in the lagoon ••
xxxxxxxxjust a few names i've heard while lounging about in my cozy cave. fun
xxxxxxxxright? real inventive.
• ρrєғєrrє∂ тιтℓє ••• rose ••
xxxxxxxxi'm a person, once was a human being, the least you could do is call me by
xxxxxxxxthat name. thanks.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx『 αмвιɢυσυs αи∂ cσиcяєтє 』

• the obvious •
xxxxxxxxit should be pretty obvious just by looking at me that i'm a female.
xxxxxxxxbesides, mermaid tends to point towards female. now if i was a
xxxxxxxxmerman that would be a different story. but i'm not, okay (:

• the not so obvious •
xxxxxxxxjust because i'm a female, doesn't mean i go for only men. i mean
xxxxxxxxi get lonely and sometimes it's just good to take what i can get. if
xxxxxxxxthat means sharing company with another female, then so be it.
xxxxxxxxit's fun, i'll tell you that much ;D

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx『 яυииιиɢ тнιs тσωи sιиcє 』

• my special day ••• not really. one more year in this dreadful place? ew. ••
xxxxxxxxfebruary the eleventh, 1987. in case you have severely impaired math,
xxxxxxxxthat makes me twenty three years old (:

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx『 мιяяσя мιяяσя 』

Not many people are privileged enough to catch a glimpse of me. It's not that I don't
let myself be seen. No, I lounge on rocks in the water fairly often, it's just that
people tend to avoid me. Who would blame them, though, I'm a hideous lagoon creature,
right? Mmm, no, not so much. That is what people make me out to be, though. When you
think of a witch, you think of an ugly hairy beast, right? I'm a witch in essence,
seeing as I do have magical powers and all, but I'm not ugly. I don't want to be vain
or anything, but there's no such thing as an ugly mermaid. Honestly, I've been all
around Neverland and not once have I seen an ugly mermaid. You have to be gorgeous,
it's just law. What constitutes as gorgeous? Let's just say that you've got to be
well endowed in the frontal area, have a flat stomach, and long hair. That's just
for mermaid's though, not humans. There are plenty of gorgeous humans that don't
have flat stomachs or long hair. If you catch the teenage mermaid around with the
boy cut hair, though, you won't see her winning the lagoon beauty award. My hair
happens to be a riveting shade of red (natural) which looks lovely against my creamy
white skin. Once again, I'm not vain. I don't thinkI'm the most gorgeous woman in
Neverland, but I know I'm not hideous.

Now weight and height get a little bit tricky. After all, I have two forms. The human
form and the "fish" form. Granted I can't have legs for longer than a few hours, but
when I do have them I'd say I'm around five feet and six inches. Weight? I'm about a
hundred and six pounds, most of which is chest and hips. I'd imagine I'm heavier in
mermaid form, though, seeing as my fin is more compact in mass and larger than regular
feet. God, I hate them. They're pretty from afar, the delicate scales, but when you're
the person that has to live with them, they're disgusting. Human legs for 500, please,
anyone? Paying attention to my other features always saves me from being disgusted at
myself, though. I do have rather pretty emerald eyes and delicate features. When you
live in a solitary lagoon, the only thing there is to do is look at yourself. Being a
mermaid doesn't guarantee company, if anything it guarantees the opposite. We aren't what
fairy tales make us out to be, that's for sure, though I'll touch on that later. Never
judge a book by its cover, right? My dad and a million other people told me that when I
was a kid. I miss those good ole days.....

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❛I set a trap and ooh, look how I caught you in it.❜
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx『 ωяιтє мє ∂σωи ιи нιsтσяч 』

I remember the day I came to Neverland. No, I wasn't born here. Actually I was born
in the mortal world, a small rural town in Ireland to be exact. I imagine my family
misses me, though I can't really find that out. They probably assume that I'm dead,
and even more likely there probably weren't many people at my funeral. Who would want
to watch an empty casket lowered into the ground? That's just plain boring, though I
was never a fan of funerals anyway. I'd much rather watch someone be cremated and
scattered, as gruesome as that seems. There's just something beautiful about
cremation; it represents freedom from the body the soul has been entrapped in, you
know? I'll never know that freedom now that I'm a mermaid, though. I won't live
forever but I'll live ten times the span of a regular human. That begs the question
of how I became a mermaid in the first place when I wasn't born one. This is a story
that no one truly knows, at least no one that can tell the story. Common Neverlanders
just assume that I have always been the evil coursing through the lagoon. That's not
how it started, honest. It started with a human teenager. Naive, careless, and looking
for love and appreciation. That's all I really wanted, and something I still haven't
achieved. I never thought myself as particularly good looking when I was that age and
was a little bit over-dramatic about the whole thing. What, I wanted a date to the
eighth grade formal, was it too much to ask for! Of course I got that date by way of
flirting and such, but it still didn't seem like I was "good enough" for all the hot
shots in school.

To be honest, I never have felt good enough for anyone or FOR anything. There was
a time in my life that I DID feel wanted and appreciated for once, though. No, it
wasn't by the words of my parents or friends. They loved me I'm sure, but they
didn't necessarily verbalize that fact (which would explain why I was so insecure
about every little thing). My savior came dressed in a long-sleeved plaid shirt
and a pair of jeans. I was fourteen years old and a freshman in high school. He
was a Junior and a sweetheart that happened to be interested in me. I know I
only seem to be interested in relationships, but I never had a problem with the
fact that my happiness is dependent on how men and women treat me. It CAUSES
problems, I just try to get over them. Alright, so I can't get over any of this,
but I'm getting off topic. Irial was amazing and everything I could ask for! There
was one little piece of information that I hadn't asked for, unfortunately for us
both (maybe just me). After we'd been dating a year or more, he sat down and asked
me if I've ever heard of Neverland. Had I? Yes, my mother had read me stories of
the glorious place as a child. Being a dreamer I had always envisioned myself in
the place where children never grew older. I told him so, and the next thing I knew
he was taking me someplace. It was dark and in the middle of the night so I had no
idea where we were going or HOW we ended up in the mystical place he'd just been
talking of. When I had asked why we were there, he explained that it was his home.
Isn't it just my luck to meet a gorgeous and sweet lad, only to find that he wasn't
even from the same world as I was? Much less human, oh let me tell you about THAT.

He was a merman. A merman. Not hard for me to believe now, but back then,
I was a little bit freaked out by the fact. He changed into his natural form right
in front of me. It was scary and beautiful and I didn't know what to think. I was
honestly just trying to find a way back home. I wanted to taste my mother's homemade
macaroni and visit the church again to see if I could guess what the priest was
thinking while going through the ridiculous rituals. Instead I was pulled into the
water and asked to stay for a while. The lagoon was just so beautiful that I HAD to
stay for a little bit. It wasn't that bad....until the second day. After the initial
fun I had, everything turned ugly. The mermaids I had met weren't so nice anymore.
They weren't nice to begin with, apparently, and were only there to lure me in. I
can just recall the cackling laugh one of the prettiest mermaids made and the
response she gave when I asked why she wouldn't let me go home. "Ha! Well we wouldn't
want our beloved Prince without a beautiful maiden now would we? Even if she IS just
a little pitiful thing." Turned out mermaids weren't what I had expected them to be,
nice and beautiful sweethearts. Instead they were jealous, devious beauties that only
sought to please those higher in the lagoon hierarchy; namely the King and Prince Irial.
Basically I was trapped. One day after a month or so, Irial FINALLY offered me the choice
to leave or stay. If I stayed, I would be living in the lap of luxury. If I left? Well
I'd never see him again, nor would I ever be able to visit the place. On the plus side
I would have my family and friends. I chose to go home.

So why am I here, you ask? Obviously there never WAS a choice to go home. Irial
went back to the human world and his father turned me into the witch I am today,
a human trapped in a mermaid's body. Irial doesn't visit often and I don't want
him to. Never did, he was only a liar anyway. However.....The story isn't over yet.
After all, I didn't come to be the woman I am today by just being TURNED into what
I am with the King's magic. In the first few weeks, I was too busy trying to make
sense of my magic....and then I grew more powerful. The other mermaids gravitated
to a nicer lagoon and seemed to get more attention than I did. I think that may have
been where the jealousy began. I wanted company! The other men in Neverland always
seemed to go over to THEM! And if by chance they happened to gravitate towards me
and I worked my charm, after getting some arousal out of it they left. Where to?
Well I know for a fact they kept going back to the OTHERS. I started keeping pets
after....an incident with Kailen (the Croc). Not so much of an incident....more like
a relationship. But ugh, I don't want to talk about it. Ask HIM. Long story short,
he didn't like that I was a mermaid and fell for Hook. She's a beauty, but
it seems like she's the competition even if she does cover that gorgeous bod with
baggy clothes. I know how she really looks, though sadly I can't steal her for my
own because she's straight. *sighs* Anyway, after putting the curse on Kailen to
make sure no one would love him the way I did, I needed a better plan. What better
plan than to turn the ones I really love into cute little animals for me to keep?
Of course I changed them back so I could talk with them and play with them...I just
didn't want them to leave. My biggest mistake? Letting them go. I turned them back
into humans permanently thinking I could right my wrongs, and what did they do? They
ran and spread all these stories calling me evil and selfish and....I guess they are
a little correct. But just a little.

Nonetheless, no one seems to realize that I do have a heart, or feelings for that.
They are constantly hurt by literally everyone that passes me by, if anyone stops
in my lagoon to begin with! I guess I should just try to not be so clingy....or
want someone to be with me. Being alone for the rest of my immortal years can't
be too bad, right?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx『 υиvєιℓє∂ αи∂ vυℓиєяαвℓє 』

••• insecure -- cocky •••

I realize this is very contradictory. But that's the truth of it, I am extremely
insecure. I honestly don't think I'm the best looking person in the world...After
all, practically no one comes around to talk to me, and aside from the fact that
I know people have said I'm evil, I think it's because I have this hideous fin and
am unattractive. So if I am insecure, where does the cocky behavior come from?
First off, I joke around a lot. I just like to have fun, plain and simple. If I'm
acting cocky, then I'm just joking around. It's BECAUSE of my insecurity that I act
like I'm all that at times. They say if you think of yourself one way, then others
will think about you the way you do. So far it hasn't happened that way. Nine times
out of ten, though, I'm mentally critiquing every aspect of my appearance or action.
It isn't healthy, I know, but it's how it is going to be until I hit a stroke of luck.


••• sarcastic -- easily hurt •••

Alright, so basically....I can dish it out but I can't take it. I'm not the most....
tough person in the world. I love to be sarcastic because it's really fun and funny
sometimes. It's just when someone says something back in a sarcastic, crude way that
I get hurt. Sarcasm from others itself isn't so bad. I'm just a sensitive person!
It's how I am and as much as I try to hide it, I can't get away from it. I don't
think I come off as a sensitive person, but that's only because when someone says
something to hurt my feelings, I pull out an insult or just leave. I've definitely
got to work on a few things, but eh...I've got quite a bit of time to work on it.


••• sweet -- selfish •••

Maybe I have a bit of a split personality. Just maybe. It depends on who you are,
if I like you and you like me and you haven't screwed me over, I can be a really
sweet girl. I honestly do care about people's feelings, it's just that it seems as
if people don't care about MY feelings. I can be the sweetest mermaid in the world
when I'm not feeling like I'm the only person in Neverland. But if we're facing the
facts, a lot of what I do revolves around how it affects ME. That's just how it is
sometimes. Everyone does it!


••• discombobulated •••

Most of the time I either don't know what I'm doing, don't know what TO do,
or people don't know what I'm saying in particular. In other words, I'm a
mess most of the time. An emotional wreck, though like I've mentioned, I try
to play it off and seem like this complete different person. I don't see why
anyone else would want to understand what I mean when I say certain things.
Maybe I do speak in riddles sometimes, but that's just because I like to
challenge people. I want to see if you can take the time to get past the
difficulty and see how I really am.


••• sinister •••

People THINK I'm sinister I guess. Really I'm not all that sinister, just a
little bit selfish and a lot of lonely. Though I do admit that seeing people
squirm....I get a kick out of it. When I turn people in to animals to keep
them from leaving me, it's nine times out of ten because I want some company,
not because I'm trying to be mean. I am sinister in the way that I kind of
have that...mysterious aura I guess. Being very flirty and seductive as I am,
it kind of comes with the package. Sinister? Maybe just a little bit....it's
ust for my greater being, though. It's nothing personal, really. (In denial).

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx『 мч αcнιℓℓє's нєєℓ 』

•• vanity ••

I'm utterly concerned with my looks. Being so insecure makes it so that
I'm constantly checking to make sure I look absolutely perfect. If you
want to hit me where it hurts the most, insult my looks
and I'll storm off in tears.


•• magic ••

People don't really realize how limited my magic skills are. Since I'm not
a natural born mermaid, I can only do so much. Around other mermaids, it
makes me even more self-conscious, because they can do things that I can't
when it comes to magic. I can turn people into animals and I can do other
little things. And because of this limited magic, I can only use it to give
myself legs for a small amount of time before I get too weak and have to go
back into the water with my fin.


•• appearance ••

I think there's something about my appearance that just scares people away.
I personally think that there are tons of mermaids and people more beautiful
than I (Hook is definitely above my level, seeing as I've been left in the
dirt for her before). However, I know that my appearance can intimidate some,
and that's not good. I don't want people running away from me :[


•• immaturity / stupidity ••

I'm not that stupid....I was a straight A student in high school...but am very
naive about things. I still don't look at things like a real adult would, because
I didn't get to grow up like a real adult. I've not had my parents to teach my life
lessons in a long time, so naturally I'm going to be a little less mature and street
smart than others.


•• selfishness ••

This we already know. I'm selfish, I think about only myself. I'm aware of
it! But who else is there to care about, really? No one as of yet. I doubt
there will be anyone for me to care about anytime soon, either.

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❛I'm an animal, ain't I?❜
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx『 чєs αи∂ иσ мα'αм 』

••• likes •••

•• swimming ••

there's just something about it that's oh-so relaxing. (:


•• company ••

i like having people around to make me feel better and to just learn new
things about the human world and what's been going on in Neverland.


••freedom ••

It's restricting being a mermaid, therefore I love when I get to walk wherever
I want and do whatever I want. If I could go back home I definitely would.
But I'm stuck here with no freedom at all ):


•• sunbathing ••

despite my paleness, I sunbathe quite often. i prefer to be warm than cold,
and since the water is so cold, i tend to lounge in the sun a lot. It's sort of
like therapy.


•• hook and her ship ••••

i love bugging hook because she's pretty and feisty. her ship is awesome,
too...it feels more like home than anyplace else I know. hook hates me though.


••• dislikes •••

•• Hook ••

she stole someone very important to me from me...that and she's really mean
to me every time I decide to hang out with her on her ship. all I want to do is
talk and she threatens me with her pistol!


•• seafood ••

bleh, I may be a mermaid, but I hate seafood. It's just repulsive, even when
I was a human i hated it. Now it's kind of a sin to eat those that live in the water with me.
I mean, I can talk to fish and they hate having their siblings killed. I prefer to eat other
kinds of foods.


••neverland ••

It's pretty and has nice people and creatures in it for the most part, but
I absolutely hate it here. I was born in Ireland and that's where I'd prefer to be. This place is
like solitary confinement.


•• having no legs ••

I like being able to walk! It's so annoying expecting to have legs, but
looking down and just seeing this big ugly fin. I hate it and wish I had enough magic to turn
myself back into a human.


•• silence ••••

Having some type of noise around me helps to soothe my nerves. It
doesn't have to be someone yelling, it could just be the bubble of a stream or waterfall, but
I hate not hearing anything at all.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx『 мєℓσ∂ιєs ιи мч нєα∂ 』

[ link here ] -- blah blah blah by Ke$ha
[ link here ] -- Captive (PCD demo) by Chris Brown
[ link here ] -- Missing by Evanescence
[ link here ] -- Bring Me To Life by Evanescence
[ link here ] -- No More Room to Breathe by There for Tomorrow
[ link here ] -- Stories by There for Tomorrow

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx『 cσℓσяs σғ тнє ωιи∂ 』

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⊱ BACKDROPsilhouette ⊰
xxxxxxx

『 You're coming with me boy, no need to resist.
Won't be released 'til I'm good and finished.
Can't let you leave now,
So whatever, whatever just won't work.
I'm holding you captive.』

[empty sighs and wine]

[empty sighs and wine]

____________________________________________Troubled on Tuesdays

The Vocalist - L O M N

She is fearless and enduring, a result of a lifestyle that has been more than hard on her. What it was that has caused her to put up such a strong wall of defense, no one but herself knows. Despite the fact that making friends had always been hard, she lightened up a little when she met the Guitarist of her band and they became friends. She was also introduced to her other original band members (hence the creation of their band once they figured out she could sing). Even though she had such a tough exterior in the beginning, she managed to fall for their former bass player in the beginning (who is now the bassist of Glass Advisor), and has now learned from her "mistake." She herself doesn't think it a mistake, though she is definitely hurting from how her ex-boyfriend broke up with her. On another note, she's been roommates with the Dreamer for as long as she's been out of the house. They aren't exactly the best of friends, though. In fact, The Vocalist is the only thing standing in the way of the Dreamer and her band's Guitarist being together, as she knows a little secret about her little designer "friend."


The Guitarist - xAscoldrainfalls.

His mother was never supportive of his music career, although his father was. While his father still encourages him to succeed, his mother gives him constant flack for being a musician, despite the fact that he's a young and talented guitarist. His mother's pressuring is the prime reason for him wanting to be on tour for so long. He's a sucker for love because of his tendency to give everyone a fair shot at getting to know him. He really wants the Dreamer to get to know him more, and he's completely gaga over her. They've been on a few dates and things seem to be going well. For some reason, however, the Vocalist of his band is determined to keep them from being together. He may have melted the cold exterior she had before, but she seems to be completely against him and the Dreamer being together. He always ends up taking care of the new Bass player of their band because he seems to have a bit of a wild streak. I guess you could say he's a protective big brother for the Bassist.

The Bassist - OPEN

He was called into the band last minute to play Bass so that Troubled on Tuesdays could go on tour, although he's amazing at what he does. Little is known about him except for the fact that he's underage and ran away from home a few years ago. He's a bit of a rebel, as he doesn't go to school like he should be and all of his money is acquired in some illegal fashion. Luckily, his best friend and roommate, the Guitarist of the band he just joined, always seems to have his back when he gets in trouble. Because the Guitarist has legally obtained money, he seems to be able to pay the Bassist out of trouble when he stumbles upon it. He thinks of the Guitarist as an older brother, however sometimes he does wish he'd just butt out of his business (he IS a bit of a brat, ya know). He's hoping that the Guitarist doesn't find out about a certain contest he's entered involving the porn star.....


The Drummer - Open

This guy is definitely on the chill side and has an air of mystery that has everyone intruiged. Because of his quiet nature, he comes off as being arrogant rather than a naturally quiet person. He's not shy, he just doesn't like to talk openly with people he doesn't know closely. As for relationships, he used to be dating the Vocalist of Glass Advisor. They had been dating ever since the Vocalist officially moved from overseas, however the Vocalist broke up with him for some unknown reason. He does still love her, however he doesn't think he'd date her again. Looking back, it seemed they were always just more friends than "lovers". Now he's talking to the Pianist, who is close friends with the Vocalist of his band, and gaining a bit of a crush on her. He just has to get over his lonerish tendencies. Maybe the former bass player of band (new bass player of Glass Advisor) can help him out somehow, as he's still keeping touch with him despite his leaving the band.

____________________________________________Glass Advisor


The Vocalist -- OPEN

She grew up overseas, though spent her summers with her father in America due to her parents divorce agreement. Her dad happened to live in New York, which is how she met her current band members. She loves writing ballads, even if her band doesn't get to use them all because of their company's preferences. As a result, she kind of ends up getting help with her lyrics from her friend The Aspiring Singer. Alright, "getting help with" is the nicer term. To be honest, she ends up looking through The Aspiring Singer's journal and taking lyrics she likes, changing them a little for their band's songs. Luckily, the Aspiring Singer hasn't noticed it yet....how long it'll take before she DOES notice it, our Vocalist does not know. She used to be dating the Drummer of Troubled on Tuesdays, but broke up with him because she just didn't feel the sparks anymore. She cares for him still, just not the way she used to. The tabloids are saying she has a thing for the Guitarist from her OWN band, though seeing as he's a heartbreaking womanizer, she fiercely denies it. Is her defensiveness just a way to convince herself that the tabloids are wrong, or is it legitimate?


The Guitarist - rajio_obake

He is definitely your grade "A" ladies man. Because of his wealth and insane guitar playing skills, he's always been able to get anything he's ever wanted (women included). You couldn't count on both hands and feet the number of women he's been with, making him quite amazing in his field of expertise. He's learned that it's all about pretending to be "nice" to your lady so they think they're more important than they really are. But let's face it, he's always just been in it for the late-night activities. He's even been with the Dreamer, though they didn't go all the way though seeing as she left while he was in the bathroom (he later found out that she'd taken his entire wallet). He wants to talk to his best friend, the Guitarist of Troubled on Tuesdays, about it...he just doesn't want anything hitting the fan and focuses on the fact that he has numerous ladies on call. He's heard the tabloid rumor about his Vocalist having a thing for him, though based on her reaction it's definitely not the case. It wouldn't matter anyway, seeing as he thinks of her as sort of a kid sister.


The Bassist - rajio_obake

The world of drugs and addictions have turned this Bassist's world upside down. The impressive thing? After all he's been through, he isn't really interested in quitting. Alright, maybe he is because it cost him his girlfriend and band, but he doesn't know where to start. How could he live without smoking and drinking? It's a good thing that he's skilled in covering up when he's higher than a kite, however he himself knows that he's not good enough for anyone in the condition he's in. Why do you think he left his former band? Okay..actually that had absolutely nothing to do with why he left the band and why he isn't with his girlfriend anymore. He just didn't think the band was going anywhere and needed to make more money to support and buy things (what type of things? Ooo good question) for his ex, the Vocalist of Troubled on Tuesdays (who he was the bassist of up until this point). Of course he hasn't explained his actions, but he is talking to the Drummer of his former band. Maybe one day when he figures his life out, he'll talk things over with the band and his ex, but for now he's somewhat content with his current band. The hardest thing about being in the band is he's still crazy about the woman he left. Part of him is hoping that he'll meet up with her somehow. But will he know what to say...?

The Drummer -- xAscoldrainfalls

Thanks to his nice background and mannerisms, he isn't really caught up in the tangled web of drama that everyone else is (or so he thinks, dun dun dunnnnnnn). He has a girlfriend (The Aspiring Singer) who he loves from the bottom of his heart. His love for her only comes second to his love for his drums (okay, maybe he knocked the drums down to second place, since he's such a sweetie). He's never had any problems with the other band members, however he honestly doesn't like the way the Guitarist of his own band treats women (but who wouldn't feel that way about him?). This nice and lovable guy can actually keep people in line when he needs to without seeming like a douche. Even though his girlfriend can be feisty at times, he never ceases to calm her down with his skilled ways. At least, that's how it used to be. As of late him and his girlfriend seem to be arguing a lot more often, sometimes over topics that make him wonder why they're even arguing about this. He's hoping this is just something they can get over and through together, but we'll see how that goes. He sometimes goes to the Drummer of Troubled on Tuesdays for advice, as he looks up to him for being such an amazing drummer.


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The Dreamer -- Open

Raised in a small town, this girl moved to the city to take the New York City fashion scene by storm. She moved when the Vocalist of Troubled on Tuesdays suggested they get a place together to cut back on rent. I guess you could say they're somewhat of good friends, the Vocalist just seems to have a bit of a problem with one aspect of the Dreamer. The Dreamer doesn't get paid much to make the bands' outfits, yet somehow she always manages to come up with plenty of money. Everyone else thinks that her parents or loaded and send her money every once in a while, but the truth is that the Dreamer has a bad habit of dating people that have more money than she does. Her parents are poor and she knows that money makes the world go round, so that's one of her top priorities. Don't get me wrong, she's a sweet girl and all, she's just a tiny bit of a ...gold digger. This would probably explain why she started hanging around the Guitarist of Troubled on Tuesdays. He seemed to be interested in her and she thought he was sweet, but the deciding factor was that he had lots of money and she wouldn't have to pay for anything when they went places. What her roommate doesn't seem to understand is that she's starting to like the Guitarist more for who he is and less for his money.

The Pianist -- chaotic.flying.kitten

An amazing pianist that plays with a prestigious instrumental group, she is different from all the other females we've encountered. She doesn't have any secrets and absolutely hates drama. On top of that, she is much more selfless and meek than anyone else the bands know. She doesn't have much of a dating history due to this fact, and she would much rather stay home and practice an instrumental piece than go out and party at the hottest new clubs. While she's never been one to worry about guys, she has become awfully lonely lately, and is trying to become a little more outgoing so she can get closer to them. In particular, she'd like to get a little closer to the Drummer of Troubled on Tuesdays, who seems just as introverted as she can be. Hanging out with The Dreamer and the Vocalist of Troubled on Tuesdays has helped her open up a little bit more, though she still has some things to work on. She's hoping she either grows a pair overnight or the Drummer notices the way she admires him from afar and asks her out himself. They have been talking lately after all, it could happen right?


The Aspiring Singer -- c i ty of FREAKS

While she is a very sweet girl, she has a bit of a feisty edge to her when she gets on her soap box. She is an amazing singer and writes all of her songs, and recently all of her hard work has paid off. She was signed to her company and was asked to go on tour to help with publicity. She isn't so sure if she's going to enjoy the tour very much, being that she'll have to spend more time around her boyfriend, the Drummer of Glass Advisor. Don't get her wrong, she loves him to death...it's just that her manager doesn't seem to think she should be making many public appearances with him. Basically her manager just doesn't like him, though she makes it seem like it would hurt her image and that she needs to be with someone that's more of a "man". Someone like The Guitarist of Glass Advisor. All the pressure her manager has been putting on her to break up with her boyfriend has caused some pretty ridiculous arguements between her and her soulmate as well, though she handles her frustration by talking to her long-time best friend, the Porn Star (who will be tagging along during the tour for moral support). Helping out the Porn Star in getting her own person that she can call her boyfriend helps as well, as it makes her feel like she'll have a clear conscience if she breaks up with her boyfriend like she was told.


The Porn Star -- BACKDROPsilhouette

Ever since she was little this woman has had a "who cares" attitude. She's never been the one to worry about what others think of her, which would be a hint as to why she succeeds in the industry she works in. Doing pornography honestly isn't morally wrong to her. She thinks if a person likes and wants to film porn and pose for pictures nude, then no one has the right to tell them they can't. She isn't really in the business because she absolutely loves to get it on with people on camera, however. For her, it's more because of the fact that sex sells, literally. Getting a better job elsewhere is out of the question, seeing as she never graduated from high school, not to mention that she enjoys her job for the most part. It has landed her an acting role here and there, so she isn't complaining. The one downside to being a porn star is that not very many men are willing to date a person that is with a whole bunch of other guys (and girls for that matter). That's where her bestie The Aspiring Singer comes in. To add some fun to her life, her friend made her run a "win a date with a porn star" contest to see who would pop up. The Porn Star honestly doesn't believe anyone in their right mind will enter. She hasn't shot it down, though, because it seems entertaining and she's excited to see what people would do to win.

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» Jezabel Roze Hanlin

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» A mighty twenty one years of age!

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» March the Seventeenth

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» sexy sassy pornographer with female features

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» anyone with a good personality (yes I have some standards). That makes me bisexual ladies and gents ;D

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» I'm a fan of both bands, though I'm in neither of them. I'm just the Porn Star :]

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»I'd like to say I have a very colorful personality, though it's hard to really tell in my point of view. After all, I can be a little bit bias when it comes to certain things, especially when it has to do with me. Now before you go and start assuming things, I'll tell you that to do what I do, you can't be a sissy. So no, I'm not afraid to voice my opinion. If I think something should be done a certain way, I'll say it (oh, and by the way, I re-coded this profile because I didn't think it was "me").That doesn't mean that I do it in a manner that makes me seem like a b***h, however. I do take into consideration how people will react to my words and what I do, and I'm not heartless. Just...I'm stubborn, okay? I do what I think is right, what I say is right just IS, no questions asked. I'm an extremely blunt person at times, also. What would you expect, I do porn for a living! I don't care to put everything all out on the table for people to see, unless it's something that really gets to me emotionally. But like I've stated, I can't be a sissy in this industry. There's always people out there criticizing my looks and small things about me, so I've got to take it like a "man" so to say. It helps that I'm so confident. Even if someone DOES say that there's something wrong with one part of my outfit, I know I look good and that's the end of it. You can expect me to be really cocky at times, but chances are I'm joking about it. I'm more on the sarcastic and playful side than anything else. I've got the heart of a kid and am easily excited, especially when it comes to playing video games and hanging out with my friends. The most I can honestly tell you about my personality is that you will always be surprised about something you learn about me, and other than that I think it's best if you just make your own assumptions (just no bad ones, kay?).

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» Not much of the first part of my life is important. My parents aren't involved in my life now, nor were they ever really. Why? I was given up for adoption when I was a few years old. I guess they ALREADY couldn't handle the way I acted. That doesn't explain my adoptive parents does it? Eh, we had a lot of issues when I was growing up. It started when I dyed my hair at twelve without them knowing. Not pink but bleach blond, and they thought it made them look bad. I just wanted to do it and didn't see the big deal! They never agreed with what i wanted or thought was the best for myself, which would probably explain why I got the hell out of dodge when I was around sixteen. I'd had a job at a bookstore since I could work and had money saved up to leave. I honestly had no problem leaving, it wasn't like the town I lived in was particularly exciting to begin with. It was your typical small town in the middle of nowhere with people that were all the same. Honestly, that's probably the REAL reason I left the town. It's just so constricting to look around and see every single person look exactly the same, act the same....no one was willing to break out of the "normal" mold and act unique. I did, of course, and they didn't like it much. I didn't do anything crazy in high school, of course. I never misbehaved, I just dressed differently and....did everything differently than most people.

I mentioned leaving, and that is what I did. I didn't want to be in the town anymore, and I was sick and tired of my "parents" barking down my neck every three seconds for not being what they wanted to be, so I got a lawyer to legally emancipate myself, dropped out of highschool, then moved to New York City. Of course I continued my "schooling" I just didn't get a GED. I didn't have the money to pay for my own place to stay, let alone go to school. I did however teach myself lots of information through the local library. Hey, I know non-fiction books can be really boring, but I actually went through the entire library...LITERALLY the entire library and read everything I could find. That doesn't mean I love to read now, I was just eager to learn so I wouldn't be a complete failure at life. I was staying with a friend around the time I dropped out of school, since I HAD moved to New York City and didn't exactly have much aside from what I brought with me. And honestly, I absolutely hated living with my friend! I don't know exactly why, I just preferred to be more independent and have my own place. So I went out and got a job. I bet you think I went and got a job as a porn star right then, even though I wasn't legal, right? WRONG. Okay...PARTLY WRONG. I didn't get that job then, but I DID get an under the table job as a stripper. Look, I had the figure, boobs, and coordination for it, why not give it a shot? It really was the only job I could get at the time. I searched for about a whole month looking for an actual job before I gave up! Anyway, stripping wasn't so bad. There were of course the sleez-bags that called themselves men that were constantly groping, but I could deal with them. I wasn't okay with that, but I get what I ask for, right? I ended up slapping the s**t out of any guy that tried to touch me without me telling them they could. I did NOT want strangers feeling up on me. When I was nearly eighteen...well just turning seventeen, but that's what I told everybody >.> Anyway "nearly eighteen" I was scouted by some company...it was actually kind of creepy how it happened, this guy cornered me in an alley to ask if I was interested in making porn. Clearly I told HIM no, as I wasn't about to get RAPED. But that got me thinking.

Yes, of my own will I looked into what I would need to do to become a porn star. I knew it wasn't an honest occupation and that people would look at me differently for doing it...but I'd ALREADY been a stripper, a porn star was a step UP. I was desperate for a pay raise, and once I got into it there definitely was a pay raise. There were a lot of surprises once I got working....I started out small with a website, which I will not list here for terms of service's sake, and just had to work at it from there to get better. I wasn't as busy as I thought I would be either. With little jobs such as website videos I could get more than one offer week, but I didn't always take them. Those jobs made me a little more uncomfortable, as I liked to get to know the person before we jumped into filming. I'll talk about that later. Anyway, so....I'm going to skip past all the beginnings because that's not what you want to hear about. I know some porn stars don't do much, but in reality it is possible for a female to do sex scenes every single day. I mean come on, it's sex. You don't need to wait to do that, and you don't have to really do anything special but make sure you look good (which you have make up artists and such for, and waxing for other stuff). I don't do my job every day just because, like I said, I like to get to know the person I film with. I don't have to become best friends forever, but my agent and I have worked out a thing were I take a few days to get to know the other person by phone, meetings, whatever so that when it comes to the shoot we aren't complete strangers. And by the way, if I think the person is an a*****e or a douche then I won't do the job. Because of my agent, my requests ARE met most of the time. Most companies that I work with understand and are willing to make accommodations because they want me specifically in their videos. OH, and you can't forget the test results I demand to see before I accept any job. I'm not going to do some STD infested person, sorry! But don't get me on my soap box. Please xD So we've got through my life...eh, anything else I want you to know I'll just tell you if I think you should know it. That's what the edit button is for.

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»»» xbox 360 » The XBOX and the XBOX 360 are the only game systems I will play. I love video games, but I think the xbox line-up has the best games out there right now.
»»» acting » I don't JUST act in movies that are sex intensive, I love to act regular parts too. I'm known for my pornography more than anything, but I have landed a few other roles in shows and a few movies. :]
»»» the color pink » if you can't tell by my hair color, I love the color pink. There are some shades that are off limits, but for the most part, pink is amazing. Never pair it with yellow and we're good!
»»» my car » I love my Playboy bubblegum pink Ford Ka. It's so cute, matches my hair, and it's faster than Loon's car :] (we all know it Loo-loo, don't deny it).
»»» fast food » yummmm, I love me some junk food/fast food. I don't care how greasy it is, if it's tasty I'll eat it. I have a high metabolism and I work out, so it doesn't affect my weight much at all.
»»» music » If I can dance to it or it has a nice beat, that's my kind of music. I love screamo and all that jazz too, but I love music I can dance to even MORE.
»»» sex » Obviously I like it, it's kind of one of my main jobs =P Contrary to popular belief, though, I actually do use protection each time, AND I don't have sex as much as some would think. Usually it's just when I have to film something (which isn't but maybe once a week), and other than that there aren't many people I see.



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»»» quiet places » It's just so dullll being in a place that's so quiet! Like libraries! I can't stand libraries. I love to talk and have some type of noise around.
»»» fake jewelry » maybe I'm a little bit materialistic at times, but I hate fake jewelry. All my stuff is legit, and the fake stuff looks cheap and trashy (on me, everyone else can pull it off).
»»» fakers » it's ridiculous seeing how many people try to make accounts and say they're me. Seriously, get a life. You'll never be this amazing ;D (just kidding!)
»»» celery » it tastes like poison
»»» Dirty places/things » I like keeping my work area and places I stay clean and tidy. I hate having messes because it doesn't look appealing and it's gross. Call me a neat freak, but whatever.
b]»»» Being short » I'm 5 feet and 2 inches. It sucks :[



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» Right now I'm actually looking to retire from the porn industry. I want to start doing more ACTUAL acting than doing porn. I'm already half way there right now (:
» I have morals. You just don't know what they are =P


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» [ link ] - Showdown - Britney Spears
» [ link ] - Big Girl Now - Lady Gaga
» [ link ] - The World Calling - There for Tomorrow
» I think I'm starting to just put songs i like. Eh, there are no words to explain me xP

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» Merri-Jo Annibeth Gladyson

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» I’m twenty three.

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» December the fourth.

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»female, as I DO have boobs and a vag.

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» guys and only guys. Sorry ladies!

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» I sing for Glass Avisor (:

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»» serious, on track, and passionate about everything I do.
»» calm, daring, and thoughtful nearly all of the time.
»» rough around the edges when I'm not in a good mood.
»» sincere when I give compliments, because I don’t give them often.
»» not really introverted, I just don’t talk when I think it’s unnecessary or there’s nothing to say.



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» My life is something every single person I’ve really sat down and talked to wants to know about. I don’t understand why, seeing as my life is pretty average and not that much different from every other person in the United States of America, but maybe it’s because I’m not originally from the United States. Maybe the fact that I grew up in England adds an aura to me that only other people can see? I'm not really sure, I just know that in all of the interviews I've been in since our band started making albums and going on tour, the first question they ask is "Where are you from and what was it like growing up there?" Well you know what? I've decided to record it all down right here so that any time someone wants to ask me this question I can just refer them to my website's blog. It gets very tiring saying the exact same thing over and over again. But I'll give you the full story right here, that way there are no secrets (except the ones that you don't need to know).

The first thing you should know is that it's really no different in England than it is here in America. Sure there are SOME differences such as the laws and how the government works, but overall there are the same concepts. You go to school when you're a kid, you get a job, you live in a house, blah blah blah. I'd have to say the most significant difference I've noticed is the accent we have there and here. People from England have an English accent....People from America speak English but have a Standard American accent. Other than that you can pretty much mark my life as something completely unoriginal. My story probably matches up with over half of the world's population, with some inconsistencies of course. I was born in Stratford-upon-Avon, England because my mother wanted to visit the home of William Shakespeare. Well at least the place the he grew up on. They lived in Quarry Bank, a very small town in the West Midlands of England. My mother went into early labor in the middle of the street and there I was born. The first few years of my life were probably the most exciting. Or at least the most peaceful, if not exciting. Her and my father had been married for five years exactly on my third birthday. If you know where this is going then you know that was the last anniversary they ever had.

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» I steal most of Glass Advisor's lyrics from Erin. And if we're being truthful...I don't have much of a bad conscience about it. I mean I do, but really....when I sit down and think about it I don't have a problem with it.



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