Post by jessica1 on Jul 16, 2009 17:54:01 GMT -4
HAYDEN RILEY CHANNING
" you're that guy
i'd be stupid to trust, but just one night couldn't be so wrong
you make me wanna loose control "
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SPLIT DECISION, FINDING FIXES
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• • FULL NAME , hayden riley channing
• • NICKNAMES ,
• • BIRTHDAY & AGE ,[/size] september 27 & eighteen
• • SEXUALITY ,[/size] straight
• • OCCUPATION ,[/size] guitarist in all for scarlet
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I SEE FACES BUT NONE OF THEM
- - not one believes in me ,
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• • WEIGHT & HEIGHT, 116 & a little under 5'7'
• • HAIR COLOR ,
• • EYE COLOR ,[/size] hazel green, sometimes blue
• • DISTINGUISHING MARKS ,[/size] scar on knee from tripping and falling on a rock.
• • FACE CLAIM ,[/size] joshua estrella
• • PERSONAL STYLE ,[/size]
So, Hayden doesn't have a clue what ' personal style ' is. He goes around in what ever he finds to be most acceptable, whenever. But, I suppose, if I must elaborate, I will. Hayden is one of those kids that wears nothing but skinny jeans, hoodies, and has a butt load of flimsy different colored v necks from here and there. He'll add a ridiculous hat once in awhile, or just plain prance around in whatever he sees fit. Clothes are clothes, and while he prefers skinny jeans and vans to regular jeans, he doesn't really think about the personal style thing. Hayden has longer hair, with heavy bangs. Sometimes he'll straighten it, other times he'll leave it as wavy as nobody's business. You see, it really all depends on what he is feeling on that day.
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THIS GAME HAS GOT ME SHAKING HANDS
- - with my own enemy ,
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[/size] whores,authority figures,being used,getting yelled at,asking for help,work,low music,green jelly beans,bullies,medicine,mood swings,getting sick,being alone,going to sleep,overload of perfume on girls,shopping,bikes,k-mart,diets,people who think they're fat when they aren't, huge earrings, nail polish,fish,scissors,cling ons,being late to band practice,& more.
• • LIKES , movies,food,girls,guitars,sex,drugs,dancing,singing,sharpies,computers,cell phones,music,amps,fans,clubs,new york,sports,old exercise videos, prank calling,the dictionary,flirting,laughing,going pee,paintballing,making a mess, being loud,riding bikes in wal-mart,taco bell,energy drinks,monster,skinny jeans,girls,concerts,screaming,microphones,guitar picks,girls,typing,photography,running around,stapelers,ice,swimming,rain,thunderstorms,weather,sunshine,traveling,money,& more.
• • DISLIKES ,
• • STRENGTHS ,[/size] outgoing,relaxed,lovable,unpredictable
• • WEAKNESSES ,[/size] a hot girl,candy,lying,taking medication,people in need
• • FEARS ,[/size] dying,doing nothing,being alone,for his sister,finding no one perfect for him,& more.
• • SECRETS ,[/size] his bipolar disorder, he likes love stories,
• • PERSONALITY ,[/size]
Hayden Riley Channing is many things. I'll just try and describe them all, for you. To begin with, he is a very active child. The boy was born in Italy, and he gained his super stamina, while living there. Hayden loves to exercise. He can run and run for hours, and the boy loves to play sports. It doesn't matter what kind of sport, even if he has never heard of it, he'll try it. Exploring, tags along with his extremely active streak, so you might wanna keep a GPS on him. Hayden gets rather frustrated when people just sit around for hours on end. He'll do that, sure, but after he has run a mile or so. It is like there's a constantly supply of energy in this kid, and he could stay out partying all night long. He could stay up all hours of the night, it is only early morning band rehearsals, that make him retire to bed. Hayden is like a five year old boy, and we know how they are, he is like the energizer freaking bunny. On tours, when he isn't talking with random fans or doing a show, you can find him playing baseball or football with other bands and their crews. If you're his friend, be expected to ask if you want to go running, or something like that. If you can't keep up, he'll most likely leave you behind. It's nothing personal, don't take it to heart.
This boy is a massive flirt, whether he realizes it or not. He cannot get enough of the ladies, and being in a band, you can only imagine the attention he gets. Hayden plays mind games all the time, and he is perfectly content doing it. With every flirt comes a tease. Hayden isn't a whore, but he won't leave some chick untouched. Especially if they are good looking. He doesn't bring home a slut every night, but once in a while, he has his random flings. The eighteen year old is very, very good at leading people on. Most of the time, he'll appear interested and chatter for a while, but he is really just scanning the playing field for the next star. That is what it all is to Hayden. A game. He has never been interested in long term relationships, they never seem to work out with him anyway. He has a lack of patience with girls, and if you're unfortunate enough to become his girlfriend, you'd better keep him guessing. Hayden has so many exes, because he could figure them out easily. You'd be best to be unpredictable, or else you're just another pawn. If he deems you boring, you'll end up watching his backside, as he walks away, in search of some one more interesting.
Hayden is also bipolar. He has bipolar disorder type II. You might think it is not apart of his personality, but in every way it is. At one point or another in time, if you know Hayden, you'll get to witness his bipolar side. Bipolar disorder type II is not as serious as Bipolar disorder I. His can go untreated, without medicine, but he always brings the stupid pills with him, just in case. Bipolar type I victims do not undergo hypomania like type II victims do. Hypomania is an irritated mood, and the person's actions are followed by it. Part of his spring of energy is also partially from this disorder. He can sometimes become very depressed when a relationship has ended bad, or he hasn't finished something he wanted, and so on. Yes, Hayden would rather not talk about it. In fact, he'd rather you not shout it to the world. He'd have a bone to pick with you then. The other band members are bound to know about it, and his closest friends. He absolutely cannot stand it when people suggest he take his meds, or treat him more gentle because of it. He'll explode about it either way, so you may want to avoid doing both. He, himself, is unpredictable. And he likes it that way, indeed.
Yay, we're almost done! The second to the last thing you should know is, Hayden is a chill guy. It takes a lot for him to really become all freaked out, if we're not including the bipolar issues. The boy is relatively easy to get along with. He doesn't start shit, and he hates to be sucked in to drama. Hayden would thank you immensely, if you left him out of it. When he is not running around, he likes to just relax and talk casually with the other people around. If you have a problem with Hayden, he'll most likely ignore the person. Or avoid them all together. If you catch him in a bad mood, well then fuck, you'll have a fight on your hands. To put it simple, he'll have a problem with you, if you have a problem with him. He's really open to meeting new people, and Hayden is quit approachable. He's not a scary creeper in the corner, by no means at all.
Last, but definitely not least, Hayden is loud. He was never a silent child, and I don't see him quieting down any time in his life time. Keep in mind this is when he is in a good mood. Hayden has a bad habit of singing a ton. His voice isn't bad, but he's not the lead vocals for a reason. The boy just is accustomed to bursting in to random songs. It doesn't matter what kind, rap, rock, you name it, he'll probably yell it one time or another. Hayden was used to doing it with all his older friends, you're no different. They're all the same in his book. Hayden likes to be loud and obnoxious, I mean, what is better than being kicked out of target because you disturb the peace to much? True story. If he comes across some one that is meek and rather silent, he'll do his best to get them to talk a little bit before the night is over and done with. So, you've been warned. Don't expect for a nice quiet visit with him, unless you catch him in one of his attitudes.
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AND I BET YOU WONT FIND
- - one weak bone in me ,
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[/size] Tahlia Channing, no job, sixteen
• • PARENTS , Chena Channing, grocery worker, 38 Robert Channing, technician &musician, 43
• • SIBLINGS ,
• • OTHER FAMILY ,[/size] none
• • SIGNIFICANT OTHERS ,[/size] too many to count
• • CHILDREN ,[/size] woah, none
• • BIRTH PLACE ,[/size] naples, italy
• • HISTORY ,[/size]
Hayden was born in Naples, Italy to his uptight mother Chena and her husband. They were thrilled to have a son, but they had no clue what kind of kid he would be. Hayden ran around Italy with his friends for the most part of his young childhood. When he was around seven years old, they moved out of Italy to New York, New York. His mother got pregnant again, while they lived there. Hayden was thrilled, because he thought he was getting a baby brother. But, unfortunately Tahlia is a she and not a he. Hayden would be disappointed about that later. Chena became really sick during her pregnancy with Tahlia and Hayden was usually shut out from seeing her. In that time he grew away from her, and became more attatched to his dad. Chena had a hard time recovering, but she didn't die. Tahlia was born a frail kid, and all his parents time was usually spent fawning over her. Hayden was annoyed with his little sister, but still ended up standing up for her, when they went to school and stuff. Hayden's childhood was pretty unruly. He did everything he wanted almost all the time. His parents didn't care, as long as he stayed out of trouble. That is one reason why today, he cannot stand being told what to do by people older than him. Or getting yelled at. Yadda yadda, Hayden grew older and met one or two of All For Scarlet. He learned to play guitar a long, long time ago, and he happened to be very good at it. The boy just had an ear for music. He joined the band as a guitarist, and then they met the rest. All For Scarlet got signed and Hayden went out to Nevada, where he is now. His mother was never thrilled with his choice of joining a band, to this day, they clash heads about it, like nobody's business.
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IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING
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• • YOUR NAME , jessica, jess, roflcopter
• • YOUR AGE ,
• • YEARS EXPERIENCE ,[/size] two to four off and on
• • CONTACT INFORMATION ,[/size] ask me for aim
• • MEMBER TITLE ,[/size] (; HEY THUR, LETS BE FRANS.
• • SECRET PHRASE,[/size] -ADMIN EDIT-
• • NOTES ,[/size] uhm, i love you
• • ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ,[/size]
She could not believe that she was in this situation, again. It was not the same sticky situation, but one similar, nonetheless. It seemed absolutely impossible to be at peace, with this boy. Perhaps God was just punishing for her for drinking under age, and having sex before marriage, and swearing so much. She was starting to convince herself that all beings godly were punishing her, by slowly prying her heart from her chest, and screwing her relationship with one of the people she actually cared about. Shane sat on a sofa, staring blankly at the damage she had done. Some random glass jar was in pieces on the wood floor, already collecting dust. Shane had not bothered to clean it, she hadn’t bothered to go anywhere since that day. Night, afternoon, whenever the hell it had been. It was like all hell had broken loose that day, Shane could be one huge fucking hellion. The girl didn’t mean for it to all go this far, she was just so overwhelmed and angry, Shane had never meant to throw shit and drive him away, or make him lie to her again. Oh yes, she was pretty sure that he lied to her, again.
That day had been going so well for her, the sun was out over busy New York City, and her heart was still light, from the time when Archie had said he loved her. But, she had to know it was all going to come to some screaming, heart exploding, stop. Day was nearing night, when she turned the doorknob, and opened the door. Shane had been utterly horrified, and reacted to her only emotion; anger. She had instantly dropped what she had been in her arms, and shouted a hoarse ‘ what the hell is going on!? ‘ It had hurt so much, and there it was more like disappointment, then anything else. That’s what she remembered, like it was yesterday. The bitter disappointment that coursed through her aching body. It wouldn’t have killed her so much, if the person he was having one hell of a time fucking, were a girl. But nope, he had to choose a guy. One mysterious, good-looking guy. Shane blamed herself, wondering what she hadn’t been giving him enough of. But then, the furious girl saw his face. She was a bottle of propane and his glazed eyes were just the damn flames, and that guy pulling up his pants and running the fuck out of the apartment, was the idiot throwing the bottle in to the fire. Shane had grabbed the first innocent glass jar from the counter, when he began his apologies. It was a really great thing that Archie had good reflexes, because he had ducked, right in time. Shane pitched a fit then, and no one would be able to stop her. The boy knew it was time to go, and he high-tailed it. She had not seen him since.
Miss Drea was going crazy in the apartment, and she knew it. It wouldn’t be long before it was completely trashed, his shit thrown everywhere. Shane had to get out, her sleep was disturbed, and even her party attitude was ruined. The skinny blond hadn’t gone anywhere near that bed, ever since the day. She couldn’t bring herself to touch her pillows, or the blankets she used to sleep under. Nope, not a chance. Shane only ventured in to that room, to get clean clothes. And that phone call, only increased her insanity. The poor guy on the other end of the line had been so confused, when Shane said bullshit, and asked him which on of Archie’s friends he was. Oh, she personally wanted to beat the bitch up. Shane had not thought for one moment, that Archie would really be in the hospital. It was possible; he was high and maybe drunk, right? She was not going to give in to the feeling that her little puppy love was bruised and broken in a big shiny facility. No way. She sighed, and jumped up, grabbing her phone and quickly slamming the door shut behind her. Shane had to get out. She didn’t have anywhere to go, because honestly, she wasn’t in the mood to go clubbing, and that’s where she went when she wanted to escape her shitty life. She stumbled in to the lobby, and headed for the front door, squinting past all the rain, at the lights of a taxi. She was hoping it wouldn’t speed off, so that she could hop in. But, the girl’s blue eyes didn’t spy the hobbling young man, walking toward the entrance.
He opened the door, right as she was about to pull the handle, and all the color drained from her face. Shane’s jaw dropped at his bruises, his arm in the sling, and the cuts on his beautiful face, she didn't even notice how her back collided with the apartment buildings front door. She was breathless for a moment, partially from them bumping and from her utter shock. There was nothing more she wanted to do, but insist he come upstairs and lay down, and fret over him. She wanted to help the drenched boy get warm and comfortable, and she wanted to hold him against her chest. But, the first fat drops of icy rain, reminded her just how eroded her heart was. “ Shit, Fuck, Shane. Oh god sorry. “ His voice sounded so good, even if it was laden with cuss words. " Save it.." She hissed, the female narrowed her stony eyes, and pushed passed him. She recoiled away from Archie, as her shoulder brushed his, like he was a snake that had just bitten her. Staring in to his face, was like a slap to her cheek, and Shane Lacey Drea, could not stand it. It was only when she realized she had no one to talk to, did she stop walking. The taxi had gone, and Shane froze in the middle of the apartment parking lot. It was black outside, and the sound of rain roared in her ears. God, why was she lonely on this damned planet? Benji had enough to deal with, he didn't have to hear about her love problems, and well, her mother didn't even know Archie existed. Let alone that he lived with her, had slept with her, and had fucked her, more than once. Yeah, that wasn't going to work well. Realizing her true loneliness, the sobs started rising from her chest, and she was just about looked the one thing she never wanted to be. Vulnerable. Soaked to the bone, and vulnerable.
TAGGED: ARCHIETOTHEMAX
MUSIC: NONE
NOTES: AWH MY GOSH
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