Post by caitlinnn on Jul 19, 2009 18:05:26 GMT -4
MELISSA LAUREN KINGSTON
"I know your type, Yeah daddy's lil' girl
Just take a bite, Let me shake up your world !"
[/font]"I know your type, Yeah daddy's lil' girl
Just take a bite, Let me shake up your world !"
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SPLIT DECISION, FINDING FIXES
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[/size] mel,melonhead,mellypoop. whatever your little heart desires and your mind can come up with, she'll accept.
• • FULL NAME , melissa lauren kingston
• • NICKNAMES ,
• • BIRTHDAY & AGE ,[/size] october 23 ;; twenty
• • SEXUALITY ,[/size] straight
• • OCCUPATION ,[/size] drummer for a remedy for lies
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I SEE FACES BUT NONE OF THEM
- - not one believes in me ,
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[/size] reddish brown.
• • WEIGHT & HEIGHT ,104 & 5'4"
• • HAIR COLOR ,
• • EYE COLOR ,[/size] bluee.
• • DISTINGUISHING MARKS ,[/size] no tattoos for the moment, however she has her septum pierced, first three holes on both ears, and belly button done.
• • FACE CLAIM ,[/size] diva atlanta.
• • PERSONAL STYLE ,[/size] Ronald McDonald ain’t got shit on little miss melissa. Sure, he has the stripes down pack but when it comes to the brightness factor, melissa kicks his ass there. T-shirts, when not sporting the name of a random band, are usually bright with some sort of graphic on it. She’s very up to date on the latest trends, shopping at stores that most others visit while also dropping dollars for items from clothing lines such as glamour kills, drop dead etc. What does she match those lovely t-shirts with? Skinny jeans of course! It’s like once you go skinny, you never go back. It’s just weird pulling on a pair of flared jeans instead of the regular fabric that pulls tightly against her legs. Her favorite pair are trusty black ones that have faded rather drastically and have holes running through them for the majority of her thighs and the back pockets? Pftt! Those things are non-existent by now, having fallen off after a few weeks of ownership. Basically, yeah, she wears what everyone else wears with a twist of her own.
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THIS GAME HAS GOT ME SHAKING HANDS
- - with my own enemy ,
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[/size] obnoxious people, super quiet kids, law enforcement of any kind, being told what to do, falling, getting hurt, the sims, grape popsicles, babies, naked rats, being elft alone, commitment, bad kissers, bad teeth, bad hair.
• • LIKES , bright colors, loud noises, guitar, singing, boys, drinking, drinking, soda, energy drinks, giraffes, the zoo, roller coasters, umbrella hats, cell phones, cameras, laptops, webcams, water balloons, boys, kissing, skipping, red rover, clifford the big red dog, skinny jeans,fancy russian drawf hamsters, vans, piercings, swimsuits, girr, zim, midevil times.
• • DISLIKES ,
• • STRENGTHS ,[/size] talking her way out of problems, making friends, getting people to open up to her, getting into trouble and managing to get people to agree with her even when shes completely wrong
• • WEAKNESSES ,[/size] pretty boys, good music, musicians, nice teeth, great smiles, swishy hair, tattoos, alcohol.
• • FEARS ,[/size] heights,clowns,spiders,
• • SECRETS ,[/size] been to rehab twice due to recreational drug used;;kicked the habit though is scared to death shes going to relapse on the tour, and you'll never know it, but she has horrible self confidence.
• • PERSONALITY ,[/size] Outspoken: Melissa seems to always be popping up with random words of insult or advice. She's a helpful person at times, as long as you're only asking for her help when she's sober. It doesn't matter who you are or what click you're in, it's as simple as this: She hates to see people picked on or bullied, and as long as you haven't crossed the girl in the past, she'll be there to help you when you need it. But on the other hand, if you have had a problem with her, Melissa won't waste her time talking behind your back or silently ruining your life. She prefers the more confrontational method of fixing things.
A Little Random: She may have a tough exterior but on the inside it's a mixture of the two. She loves to laugh and smile and to have a good time but she's also very protective of her friends. She doesn't like to see them hurt. As for herself, Mel has had enough pain in her life she's learned how to mask her emotions well. Sure, her temper bubbles over the most and you'll rarely see her cry unless your one of her close friends, those of which she doesn't have many of due to the consistent trust problems she's encountered in her rotations on this earth.
A Quiet Girl?: Not at all. Melissa is in love with the party life and everything that goes along with it. Take for instance, the bright side: drinks, laughing, lights, dancing, music, random hookups etc. The girl has made many friends in the bright lights of the club, whether it be buying someone a drink or just returning a dropped purse she watched fall. She loves the buzz that tends to burn her brain on a nightly basis, but I wouldn't exactly call her an alcoholic. The dark side of the club however, she's flirted with as well. Drug dealers dealing things young girls should never touch, but the exotic taste always did taunt her. You would figure being spun out in the bathroom of enough clubs would teach the kid a lesson, but apparently not. She still dabbles in the dark side, though she's learned enough sense to stay away from the majority of it.
Loyal: Extremely. Melissa is like well, a well trained dog. She follows [most] directions well, when not forced to do them. She tends to end up as the one whom people confide in, for some strange reason. She doesn’t exactly look trustworthy, but as long as you don't betray her own good judgment your secrets will never leak to the outside world. However, don't take that as immediate friendship, if it comes down between yourself and her, she will save her own neck in the end. With her background, she's learned that yes, friendship and trust is important, but saving your own ass should always come first, and it usually does.
Overall: She’s like a little tornado basically. She isn’t bi polar, but she can switch her emotions up as quickly as the best actors. With her ADHD, she bounces off the walls and tends to talk to strangers about random things like ice cream or a new cd that came out. Even though she doesn’t trust easily, she has many close friends that are alright with her being so…separate from their emotions. She keeps her past in the past, and her eyes focused on the future since that seems like the only bright thing in her life.
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AND I BET YOU WONT FIND
- - one weak bone in me ,
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• • PARENTS , mother ;linda mary stone/37/housewife
father ;andrew ray stone/44/computer nerd/step-father
• • SIBLINGS ,
• • OTHER FAMILY ,[/size] eh.
• • SIGNIFICANT OTHERS ,[/size] nopee.
• • CHILDREN ,[/size] heck no techno.
• • BIRTH PLACE ,[/size] L.A BABBYYY!
• • HISTORY ,[/size] You know the family’s that are always used on diaper commercials? Yeah, you do, the ones that live in suburbia and never stop smiling even to take a drink of water. Well, that’s how Melissa’s family was. Smiling all the time, barely anything bad happening. Seriously, her goldfish lived for like six months. That’s ridiculous and you know it. So imagine the surprise when her father, her role model, the man who was suppose to see her graduate from high school, tell her she couldn’t have a boyfriend till she was married and couldn’t have sex till she was dead, died himself.
The morning was horrid, and it still replays itself in the young girls mind every chance her eyes close for longer then ten minutes. Melissa was six, and had lived many a happy years in a small house in suburbia wonderland with her father Robert and her mother Linda. The routine was flawless: wake up at seven and get ready for school, then kiss her parents good bye and skip to the bus stop with her neighbor and also best friend at the time. But this morning, something felt off. Maybe it was all the strange voices melissa could hear coming through the closed bedroom door that didn’t belong to the television her parents usually had on to listen to the news in the morning. A still halfway asleep melissa venture out of her room and became wide awake at once to the fact of her mother collapsed against a wall crying hysterically and a paramedic shaking his head sadly and murmuring about funeral arrangements and if they needed anything, he would be a call away. This mans name was Andrew, and he really did keep up with the call thing. But right now isn’t about him. He comes back later. Skipping ahead to the teenage years sounds fun, yeah?
Everyone goes through that teenage attitude adjustment. Hating your parents and everyone else around you. Melissa was different though. She genuinely tried her hardest not to hate her mother who was still having a hard time adjusting to life alone, though she had been seeing the paramedic turned computer nerd on and off for six years. Melissa current age was fifteen and her family was still broken. Having it been just herself and her mother for so long, melissa had turned to the streets for a better life. Skateboarding was a daily part of her life since the other kids she hung out with did it as well. These kids were the kids most parents wanted to keep their kids as far away as possible from. The street urchins were Melissa’s best friends and family, and they were the ones that introduced her to her first drug.
It started off small you know, a hit of weed here and there and the occasional cigarette that turned into a rather large nicotine addiction. Her mother was gradually turning her life around and Linda and Andrew were an official couple by now. Her mother had quit smoking and drinking all together, while melissa was taking up the habits like wildfire. She was getting closer to her sixteenth birthday and parting with twenty plus year olds every night. School? Pftt, what school? She went when she needed to, meaning finals and that was about it. She truly was a smart girl when she put her mind to it.
Then, everything just…changed. It started with the day of her sixteenth birthday. Her friends promised her adventure and she knew she would get it. They pushed her into a car that they normally used to ride around town in when it wasn’t nice enough outside to skate from point a to point b. They said that they had a few errands to do before the party that night, and melissa just shrugged it off, happily smoking cigarette after cigarette and taking a few swigs from a hidden alcohol bottle in the back seat along with the others. It wasn’t until dark fell and she found herself alone in the car with lights flashing around her that she truly started to flip out. She was dragged from the car and didn’t bother to put up a fight because she figured she hadn’t done anything wrong, so nothing bad would come to her. Youthful wishes. Apparently since she had been found in the car alone, she would be charged alone. Possession of cocaine and marijuana with intent to sell, slapped nicely on her permanent record and colorful police file. It really wasn’t until that moment in time that she truly appreciated Andrew’s character. He bailed her out and managed to get the charges pulled when her friends were found a few blocks away with half of the stash plus some other narcotics melissa didn’t even bother to ask about.
She was slapped with a visit to a rehab facility and was promptly kicked out after mouthing off to one of the wardens there. But that wasn’t the end for Melissa’s rehab stays. She was then destined to a rehab facility in California and there also took part in anger management classes, which failed miserably as well. After returning back to Los Angeles, her home sweet home, she restarted at high school and graduated. After hearing about try outs for a band from a mutual friend she figuered, what the hell? might as well. After auditioning and freaking out for a few minutes, she got a call saying that they liked her and she was in. And ever since then, its been a whirlwind of excitment for the girl.
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IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING
- - but no need for sympathy ,
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• • YOUR NAME , caitlin
• • YOUR AGE ,
• • YEARS EXPERIENCE ,[/size] like, seven almost?
• • CONTACT INFORMATION ,[/size] aim: caitlinrileyxd oorr pm
• • MEMBER TITLE ,[/size]
• • SECRET PHRASE ,[/size] --ADMIN EDIT !--
• • NOTES ,[/size] herro ava and tati : D miss me? mwhaha i swear i wont die this time
• • ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ,[/size] sooner or later, there would be a war and it would be difficult to tell already who would be victorious, it basically all came down to who had the highest tolerance of annoyance and could outlast the rest of them. there would probably be a few forfeits and after that the numbers would even out and it would be a slightly fair war for the rest of the time on tour. oh the things that happened when you got a bunch of rowdy teenagers together and gave them booze and free reign of cities while playing every night as well. that just screamed trouble, and melissa was thankful for every ounce of it she got.Oh, I’d be more then happy to start the war and take credit for turning people against others Melissa spoke with a wide playful grin as they walked, gaze flickering every other few seconds. God, it was like she had the attention span of a goldfish...or maybe a rock. Hearing his next sentence melissa scoffed. are you kidding me?! I could go waaaay longer without straightening my hair then you could, my dear julian she teased with a smirk, assuming that a challenge would be in order. who could go the longest without straighten their hair? melissa would have a good chance of winning, due to the fact that she could just pull her hair back. bwhaha.
A small laugh escaped between the girls lips as he spoke. enslave huh? funny, melissa never was one for much physical labor, unless it was pounding the shit out of a drum set which kept her little arms in shape, ha. well, its amazing that im on your good side then and won't be enslaved melissa replied as they walked. she always wandered why she fell to the ground when she laughed extremely hard. apparently it had a name, cataplexy, and it meant there was something wrong with her. ha, wasn't there always something wrong with the tiny pale one? oh Jesus, as long as I don’t have to sleep with your band members, im okay melissa spoke shaking her head. she had been doing well so far this tour, barely any kissing or anything else, just a TON of flirting. it was an amazing feet in itself. its not that the girl was a slut, she was far from that, she was just friendly. especially when she was trashed.
At times like this, meaning times where disco raping was involved, melissa really did wish that she had a camera. if only people could see it from her point of view! tall Julian attacking her with his hair flying everywhere with her uhn-tissing in the background. if that wasn't a Sundance film winner, nothing was! gah, just wait for the day where im going to disco rape you first. then we'll see who’s liking what she taunted as she continued to skip a few steps ahead of him before stopping to catch his arm once more. Hearing his idea, melissa nodded in agreement. totally, we can wear afros for the seventies segment she replied with a wide grin. she could see it now. bright bellbottom jeans, those tie dye t-shirts and afros, it would be amazing. and melissa would probably end up wearing everything for the segment for the bands set later that night. ohh, her band mates would just adore her appearance more then usual if she did that. good to know im not the only stripper here then she teased Julian as she poked him lightly on his hip. it was true, thinking back, that sets she had caught when the tour had just started and she and Julian were new friends, he had ended up shirtless and tons of girls had probably ended up fulfilling a life goal by him doing that.
and damn if you don’t get that! she spoke, throwing her tiny hands into the air balled into fists like it was pure outrage that everyone wasn't in love with Julian. lowering her hands back to her side she flashed a small grin. well, people are always going to talk. she replied with a light shrug of her shoulders. she honestly didn't see what was so amazing about her. everyone looked the same now a days, so why should she stick out? true dat melissa voiced in her gangsterish tone, which really wasn't gangster at all.
what exactly could count as a manly activity? did they have to go work out or something? or watch a football game? uggh, melissa hated football. baseball though, that was an entirely different story. getting a little bit lost in the thought process of what a manly activity could be Julian’s voice broke through. awe damn, im sorry that I don’t have anything to grab down there she spoke, voicing it so she did sound truly depressed about that fact that she had been born a girl, when she was extremely thankful for the fact that she was a girl. being a guy just didn’t sound like fun in Melissa’s opinion, but maybe that’s because she loved her makeup and hair products so much.well, lets see, oh! we can hit on people! melissa offered as she broke into a large grin and surveyed the people closest to them that she could use as a victim when she spotted an old man with his grandson. smirking melissa sauntered over, a friendly grin on her lips as she approached the old man, not his grandson who looked appalled by her choice. oh baby, what’s your sigggnnnn? melissa questioned, keeping a straight face somehow as the old mans jaw dropped and he shook his head, ushering the amazed grandson along with him. Pouting slightly, melissa crossed her arms and turned back to face Julian. my future husband just dissed me! she squealed, hanging her head and staring at the ground like she was truly heartbroken
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