Post by deanna on Jul 15, 2009 23:06:19 GMT -4
MOLLY SUE ENDERS
"i ain't happy, i'm feeling glad.
i've got sunshine in a bag."
[/font]"i ain't happy, i'm feeling glad.
i've got sunshine in a bag."
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SPLIT DECISION, FINDING FIXES
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[/size] none, really. just molly.
• • FULL NAME , molly sue enders.
• • NICKNAMES ,
• • BIRTHDAY & AGE ,[/size] december 31, 1989, making her 19.
• • SEXUALITY ,[/size] heterosexual.
• • OCCUPATION ,[/size] lead vocalist for forever til february, that is all.
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I SEE FACES BUT NONE OF THEM
- - not one believes in me ,
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[/size] for the most part it's brunette, but obviously you see the huge chunks of blonde. they don't really go from root to tip, but she wants it that way.
• • WEIGHT & HEIGHT , one hundred and fifteen pounds & five feet, five inches.
• • HAIR COLOR ,
• • EYE COLOR ,[/size] hazel.
• • DISTINGUISHING MARKS ,[/size] her nose has a lot of metal, each nostril and her septum are done. she also has a tattoo on her leg.
• • FACE CLAIM ,[/size] sierra kusterbeck.
• • PERSONAL STYLE ,[/size] as far as size goes, molly is all average girl. she's not tiny, she's not huge. she's just right, evenly proportioned if you ask her. and she has no issues with her image, thanks. she takes care of it, maintains it so she looks presentable. as for clothes, she likes to keep it simple. nothing too bright or out of the ordinary. she likes to stick to blacks and grays and whites, really. and, depending on the weather and how extreme the heat is, she wears the typical skin tight jeans or shorts. yes, shorts. she won't sweat her ass off in jeans in 100 degree weather, sorry. she's not that dedicated. as for her hair, it's a style that she likes to claim as her own. it's big. it has blonde chunks, not highlights, in it. it's been compared to a lion's mane once or twice. that's about all there really is to molly, besides that super awesome band-aid tattoo on her left knee.
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THIS GAME HAS GOT ME SHAKING HANDS
- - with my own enemy ,
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[/size] cnn, anal retentiveness, jeffree star, debbie downers, nagative nancies, the month of march, "scene queens?", fred figglewhachamacallit, sweat, mugginess, creepers, being compared, drama, emus, greasy hair, white trash, twizzlers, sore throats, cough syrup.
• • LIKES , sleeping, smiling, talking, socializing, people, little dogs, rainbows, football, forever til february, singing, meeting new people, chillinnn, relaxing, parties, being around people, home, the open road, dancing, singing in the shower, taco bell, the muppets, the beatles, goodwill and thrift stores, her second family, youtube, acoustic, life.
• • DISLIKES ,
• • STRENGTHS ,[/size] very positive and optimistic, easy to befriend, likable, pretty loyal, singing and stage presence, creativity.
• • WEAKNESSES ,[/size] a little too trusting, she's a huge procrastinator, worthless in serious situations, a little judgemental, daydreams a lot.
• • FEARS ,[/size] she's absolutely terrified of the future and how it seems given the present so she doesn't think about it much, being alone when it's not on her own decision, birds.
• • SECRETS ,[/size] she's not big on relationships. it's not that she doesn't want to be tied down, oh no, she loves love. but she's not exactly ambitious. she waits. love will find her, she just feels no urge to try make an effort to make it easier. plus, it's kind of intimidating to her, believe it or not. relationships are a lot of pressure, in her eyes. sure, singing on a stage in front of countless kids is easy. piece of cake. but relationships, apparently those are too much.
• • PERSONALITY ,[/size]
happy. for the most part, and this is possibly the best trait she has, molly is approachable. friendly, even. she's one of the happiest people you'll find on this tour. she's very smiley, and it's very rare that you'll see her frowning. why? well, it's easier, for the most part. everyone knows it takes less effort to smile, as compared to frowning. and, obviously, people like a happy person better than a grumpy one. she's just very much an optimist. she looks for the good in people. she can lighten up almost any situation. plenty of people like this about her. she's just a little ball of sunshine, you know. there for your service.
naive. well, of course she is. she's the nineteen year old that doesn't know much about current events. she can't give you any details on the war in iraq. she doesn't want to. she'd rather not be involved. so, usually, she tends to zone out to distract herself. molly's so caught up in her own happy little daydream or everyday life to know how many people have died in the past few years. she really just doesn't care, but only because she's made herself that way. so, all in all, obviously, molly isn't one of those frontmen (or woman, in this case) that has strong political views to voice out on. nah, she'll talk about cotton candy and halo, though.
slacker. molly's excellent at a few things, singing and talking. and then there's sleeping. she loves to sleep, or just not do anything at all. she's very lazy. the only thing that keeps her from skipping shows is the fact that she loves them. her making a living of something she loves is a miracle. those close to her and that have known her for a given amount of time know that she wouldn't get a thing done. before the band, she couldn't hold a job. she dropped out of high school when she was sixteen to persue her dreams and to tour with her band. so, bacically, without forever til february, she'd be a big pile of worthless nothing.
one of the guys. oh, that she is. look at forever til february. how many vaginas do you see in that line-up? one, that is correct, and it does, in fact, belong to miss molly enders. doesn't mean a thing. she loves these boys to death, really. they're her second family, and she probably loves them more than she loves her biological family. maybe not. but she's absolutely comfortable around these guys. she'll sit around with them all day playing xbox live or watching those comedies. they don't make her feel awkward in the least bit, those guys. so seeing her early in the morning walking around in just a t-shirt and panties is nothing. better be nothing, anyways...
ballsy. oh, yes. yes she is. she'll do whatever dare you give her, promise. kind of. it's all kind of fun to her. she likes to prove people wrong when they tell her she can't. she'll do whatever the hell she feels like, actually. emphasis on the "feels like". mostly it's song and dance, but while waiting in line or chillin at the merch tent or something to that effect. she likes to make people laugh, and if that helps, then sobeit.
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AND I BET YOU WONT FIND
- - one weak bone in me ,
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[/size] tristan enders, 20, guitarist for skyline, loves him to death.
• • PARENTS ,
patricia enders, 41, housewife
steven enders, 45, editor for a magazine
• • SIBLINGS ,
• • OTHER FAMILY ,[/size] she has a cat named stanley. molly also loves stanley.
• • SIGNIFICANT OTHERS ,[/size] none too significant
• • CHILDREN ,[/size] not that she knows of, so no.
• • BIRTH PLACE ,[/size] orlando, florida.
• • HISTORY ,[/size]
it all starts with molly being born. but she were born in december, on the very last day of the year. and then, like little kids do, she grew up, along side her brother tristan. might as well have been her twin, what with how close they're in age. he was her best friend. they kind of branched off, though, and did their own kinds of things, made their own friends. but hung out together for the most part. and throughout their entire nineteen years together on earth, he's been her best friend. how sweet. come junior high and high school, she managed to meet these other people, enter matthew, jesse, tj and tom and they kind of made an impact too. high school was a great time for her, while it lasted. they formed a band, those kids. molly looked for a job to help pay for things, but they never really worked. apparently managers don't like it when your friends visit all the time. work doesn't get done. she had jobs, she lost jobs. eventually she stopped trying, and decided to fully devote herself to being a musician. her parents weren't so keen on this decision. in fact, they kicked her out. so molly lived off of her friends for quite some time. lucky she had people that would help her out. the day she realized how big they'd finally gotten as a band was probably the highlight of her life. really. fastforward, and here she is. on tour. living her life how she wanted it. life's good.
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IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING
- - but no need for sympathy ,
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[/size] eighteen
• • YOUR NAME , deanna
• • YOUR AGE ,
• • YEARS EXPERIENCE ,[/size] um, 4 or 5 i think.
• • CONTACT INFORMATION ,[/size] aim = ohai deanna. i'm usually on.
• • MEMBER TITLE ,[/size] likes hobos, loves life.
• • SECRET PHRASE ,[/size] -- ADMIN EDIT --
• • NOTES ,[/size] molly dances when she gives money to the homeless.
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She wasn't much of a flirt, she didn't think. A tease. What have you. She just wasn't. She couldn't, because, really, she had no idea how. If she was, she had no idea that it was happening. Kendra usually talked. She wasn't touchy-feely. She found PDA to be a bit silly. Once or twice she'd been called "butch". That wasn't enturely the case. She'd had a boyfriend once or twice. Okay, there was a total of two. One happened to be a filler, the other... well. They were on a break now. Felix, yeah? He was the first, and he really just blew the other one out of the park. Made him insignficant. Before Felix she was ridiculously tomboy. She didn't care. She still didn't actually. Only the closest of close could have noticed the slight change he'd made in her.
Kendra really liked him. Shit, she probably loved him. She wasn't quite sure. But the day they first started, the day they became a "thing", she appeared to be a little happier. She was. She smiled more. There was a slight skip in her step. Brighter eyes. Nicer all-around. You know, stereotypical stuff like that. Nothing too drastic, but it made her actually want to try. That was when she actually put an effort into her appearence. Her clothes weren't so baggy. Hell, she even started to put a bit more focus on make-up. The fact that she actually made some sort of attempt to become a girl was enough.
It was obvious, though, when things weren't so great with him. Felix. Those two were borderline annoyingly close when it came to dating. Kendra would be the very first to correct a person if they a comment about it, though. Thing was, before anyway, they were a pair of rather closely knit friends. They were usually together. And then they started dating. They started walking a little closer. He usually walked her to class. And then, outside of school, it was a rare occasion to see them separated. She liked him. He liked her. But when she was mad at him, he knew damn well what her territory was. When things were rocky, he simply wasn't there. Like tonight. No one brought it up. They just knew. End of story.
So, of course she'd be a bit bitter. It was all too apparent when she wasn't in much of a good mood. Her words were a bit more harsh. She really didn't pay much attention to her boundaries and the lines that she shouldn't dare cross. She did then, and it was obvious when his eyes drifted to the side, away from her's. She'd gone that far, she'd dared. Her legs fell, then crossed into what teachers usually refer to as "indian style". Kind of a habit of her's. It usually worked for her, too, what with that petite frame and all. And with her head held in her hand, elbow propped uo against the back of the couch, Kendra watched him. Waiting for a response.
He seemed a bit uncomfortable, Jude. It surprised her that she could actually manage to do that. She watched as he shifted. She almost felt a little bad. Almost, anyway. Sometimes people deserved to be put on the spot, didn't matter if they had been abandoned at the alter not too long before. Part of her still wanted to hear what he could comeback with. Still nothing. But there went his eyes again, locked back into her's. She still watched him, nonetheless,a bit more intently. Or maybe that was glaring. Boring her way right into his skull. All she really wanted to know was what the hell he was thinking.
Then came the smirk. That should have been her warning sign. You know, bright flashing lights. An alarm going off somewhere in the distance. Kendra knew better. She should have known better. Yet, she'd done it. She'd gone and egged him on. Encouraged him to do whatever he wanted, really. To be honest, part of her knew exactly what would happen. Maybe she just wanted to see if he really would. Perhaps that was it. She knew he would. The rest of her was just mad. Still angry at whatever it was that she'd gone at it with Felix over the other night. She had aggression, anger, things along those lines, all bottled up still. And then, perhaps, if you knew Kendra oh so well, another thought would have crossed your mind. Especially is she was still so worked up over a silly argument. A little revenge never hurt. Even though he wasn't here, she knew damn well that being so close to Jude, talking this was to Jude, anything involving Jude in this way, would make him mad. She'd consider it a personal victory.
He spoke, after what seemed to be forever, Jude finally spoke. Short and simple, "Don't test me." To which, Kendra would have shot a cocky little "Or?" She would have. She was going to. Her lips were parted, her mouth open. She was so ready to speak, until he was suddenly moving closer. Closer, and at a nice, quick pace. She barely had the time to shut her lips before he was suddenly there to meet them. There went her space.
First she felt his breath, warm against her cold nose if only for a second. Then a hand, big enough to swollow her face whole. A tug in her hair. And lips, dear lord. He'd caught her a bit off guard, even though she's seen it coming. She knew it was coming, but it took a few seconds for her to react. A hand delicately found its way to the side of his neck and came to a rest. All of a sudden, all she really wanted to do was take in his warmth. So she moved a little closer, kissed a little harder. And that hand at her hip, it needed to be wrapped a little further around her.
And then, he stopped. Kendra pulled her head upright and eyed him carefully. Him, and that stupid grin of his. The more she looked at it, the more she wanted to smile too. Oh, she wanted to, but she didn't. She wouldn't let him know how fulfilled she felt. Instead, it'd be more appropriate for her to slap him come to think about it. He shouldn't have done that, after all. But he did. And she wanted more.
"Shut up," she shot, barely loud enough to be considered speaking. The hand on his neck crawled back a bit further to meet his hair, the other found his collar. Pulled him back, and she kissed him again. Only if he stopped, then it was decided that she'd actually give a fuck. And he'd know.
Kendra really liked him. Shit, she probably loved him. She wasn't quite sure. But the day they first started, the day they became a "thing", she appeared to be a little happier. She was. She smiled more. There was a slight skip in her step. Brighter eyes. Nicer all-around. You know, stereotypical stuff like that. Nothing too drastic, but it made her actually want to try. That was when she actually put an effort into her appearence. Her clothes weren't so baggy. Hell, she even started to put a bit more focus on make-up. The fact that she actually made some sort of attempt to become a girl was enough.
It was obvious, though, when things weren't so great with him. Felix. Those two were borderline annoyingly close when it came to dating. Kendra would be the very first to correct a person if they a comment about it, though. Thing was, before anyway, they were a pair of rather closely knit friends. They were usually together. And then they started dating. They started walking a little closer. He usually walked her to class. And then, outside of school, it was a rare occasion to see them separated. She liked him. He liked her. But when she was mad at him, he knew damn well what her territory was. When things were rocky, he simply wasn't there. Like tonight. No one brought it up. They just knew. End of story.
So, of course she'd be a bit bitter. It was all too apparent when she wasn't in much of a good mood. Her words were a bit more harsh. She really didn't pay much attention to her boundaries and the lines that she shouldn't dare cross. She did then, and it was obvious when his eyes drifted to the side, away from her's. She'd gone that far, she'd dared. Her legs fell, then crossed into what teachers usually refer to as "indian style". Kind of a habit of her's. It usually worked for her, too, what with that petite frame and all. And with her head held in her hand, elbow propped uo against the back of the couch, Kendra watched him. Waiting for a response.
He seemed a bit uncomfortable, Jude. It surprised her that she could actually manage to do that. She watched as he shifted. She almost felt a little bad. Almost, anyway. Sometimes people deserved to be put on the spot, didn't matter if they had been abandoned at the alter not too long before. Part of her still wanted to hear what he could comeback with. Still nothing. But there went his eyes again, locked back into her's. She still watched him, nonetheless,a bit more intently. Or maybe that was glaring. Boring her way right into his skull. All she really wanted to know was what the hell he was thinking.
Then came the smirk. That should have been her warning sign. You know, bright flashing lights. An alarm going off somewhere in the distance. Kendra knew better. She should have known better. Yet, she'd done it. She'd gone and egged him on. Encouraged him to do whatever he wanted, really. To be honest, part of her knew exactly what would happen. Maybe she just wanted to see if he really would. Perhaps that was it. She knew he would. The rest of her was just mad. Still angry at whatever it was that she'd gone at it with Felix over the other night. She had aggression, anger, things along those lines, all bottled up still. And then, perhaps, if you knew Kendra oh so well, another thought would have crossed your mind. Especially is she was still so worked up over a silly argument. A little revenge never hurt. Even though he wasn't here, she knew damn well that being so close to Jude, talking this was to Jude, anything involving Jude in this way, would make him mad. She'd consider it a personal victory.
He spoke, after what seemed to be forever, Jude finally spoke. Short and simple, "Don't test me." To which, Kendra would have shot a cocky little "Or?" She would have. She was going to. Her lips were parted, her mouth open. She was so ready to speak, until he was suddenly moving closer. Closer, and at a nice, quick pace. She barely had the time to shut her lips before he was suddenly there to meet them. There went her space.
First she felt his breath, warm against her cold nose if only for a second. Then a hand, big enough to swollow her face whole. A tug in her hair. And lips, dear lord. He'd caught her a bit off guard, even though she's seen it coming. She knew it was coming, but it took a few seconds for her to react. A hand delicately found its way to the side of his neck and came to a rest. All of a sudden, all she really wanted to do was take in his warmth. So she moved a little closer, kissed a little harder. And that hand at her hip, it needed to be wrapped a little further around her.
And then, he stopped. Kendra pulled her head upright and eyed him carefully. Him, and that stupid grin of his. The more she looked at it, the more she wanted to smile too. Oh, she wanted to, but she didn't. She wouldn't let him know how fulfilled she felt. Instead, it'd be more appropriate for her to slap him come to think about it. He shouldn't have done that, after all. But he did. And she wanted more.
"Shut up," she shot, barely loud enough to be considered speaking. The hand on his neck crawled back a bit further to meet his hair, the other found his collar. Pulled him back, and she kissed him again. Only if he stopped, then it was decided that she'd actually give a fuck. And he'd know.
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