Post by BLYTHE AURORA MCLAUGHLIN on Jun 15, 2013 10:52:58 GMT
blythe aurora mclaughlin
when something's fallen apart as many times as us
i can't put it back together, it's not the same
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age;; 20.
gender;; female.
band you are affiliated with;; A Lover's Lament.
position in band;; Photographer.
sexuality;; Bisexual.
play-by;; Kaya Scodelario.
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likes;; rain, calm, cups of tea, lazy days, sweatpants, sleeping, lying in bed, reading, being high, getting drunk (but not at raves or parties, weirdly, just getting a few people over and getting drunk with them), friends, company, cuddles, relaxing, peacefulness, long walks, the beach, the park, puppies, smoking cigarettes.
dislikes;; sun, hot weather, parties, raves, headaches, kittens, cats, crying, getting close, romance movies, the colour yellow, grease, excessive amounts of noise, being hurt, reptiles, country music, public displays of affection.
quirks and habits;; bites on her lip when she's feeling anxious, plays with her hair when she's tired, drums her hands on her knees when waiting, sucks on her bottom lip when she can't get to sleep.
strengths;; easy peasy - at least four
weaknesses;; maybe not so easy? - at least four
fears;; falling in love. she doesn't want to let someone have that power over her - the power to destroy her so simply. it freaks the girl out, so if she feels she's growing too close to someone and feels too romantically orientated to someone, she'll cut ties with them.
goals;; easyish - 1 +
history;; can be in the form of at least ten bullet points or at least two long paragraphs.
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age;; fififfififififififteen
what makes the world go 'round?;; no
roleplay sample;;
Benjamin Bennett honestly couldn't say he'd experienced anything similar to tour in his life. The shows that made him sweat with work, the meet and greets in which he met many, many (as shallow as it seemed) attractive girls, and of course, the afterparties, during which he got completely, one hundred percent, wasted. Of course, he was made to pay for it in the morning, his head splitting and his brain cells decreased. Of course, many people had suggested he stopped living his life the way he was, but the thing was, he just couldn't. This, in his opinion, was the good life, and now that he'd had a taste of it, he wasn't about to let it go -- not without a fight. It wasn't the best life he'd had, but he couldn't get that back -- or, at least, he doubted it. Luca Amory and Ashton Zayden had been his best friends when he was a kid. He could still remember the times they'd been in his front garden, laughing and shoving each other over recklessly. The time where he'd shoved Luca over and managed to get him covered in mud, in his new clothes. Luca had protested it was only fair that he got his revenge, and had, with the help of Ashton, managed to salvage a bucket, scoop up mud and drench him in it. This brought about all out mud war, and by the end of it, Luca was filthy, Benji looked like he was made of mud, and Ashton was complaining her mom would kill her because her hair was sticking out in clumps. There was that first five seconds of awkward silence, and Benji had caught Luca's eyes, and they'd burst out laughing. Ashton had hit them both, but laughed along with them. That's where Benji wished he could freezeframe. With his two best friends: That's where he wished he were right then. What he wouldn't give to be fourteen again, just hanging out with the other two. They had meant everything to him, and although Lunatic's Disadvantage was pretty successful now, he still cursed himself for leaving them. He allowed his mind to wander to them, sometimes, wondering what they were doing, how they were. He didn't let himself do it often, though. He was wracked with a feeling of sudden guilt if he did, although he didn't know why.
He had no idea what time he woke up. All he knew was, it was too early: Any time of day was too early. He'd actually awoken soaking wet, due to someone throwing water over him. He'd sworn loudly, stumbling about and managing to trip into a cupboard. Now, however, he was grumbling about killing the person that had done this to him, "That was rude, you know!" He yelled out groggily. He was answered with chuckles by his fellow bandmates. "Assholes." He hissed quietly, pulling a towel out of the cupboard he'd walked into. He pulled off his clothes and quickly took a shower, before moving out and pulling the towel around him. The shirt and jeans he planned to wear was already hanging on the back of his chair, and all too soon, he was dry, dressed, his hair had been sorted and he was left with nothing to do. He wandered around the bus for a while, only to leave when he found the guitarist acting suspiciously with ketchup bottles. Like he wanted to be around when that panned out.
He actually had no idea where his feet were carrying him. It was still light in the sky, so he had some time to kill before any shows or parties. Not that, in fact, they actually had a show on that night. More time to party, but that meant, more waiting time. He sighed to himself as he kicked an empty beer can along the road. Well, this was boring. He guessed he could practice, but hey, what could he say? He was in a social mood. Granted, he'd have to get practically thrown out of the bus to be in this mood, but it was a social mood nonetheless. Hopefully he'd find someone interesting enough to talk to him on his route to wherever.
He stopped by the coffee shop and bought himself a can of Dr. Pepper, sipping on it softly as he walked about. He wasn't one for soppy things, like poetry, and scenery, and things like that, but it was pretty lovely out. It was warm, he knew that much. Not like Scotland – freezing even in summer.
It took him a while to realise he was in the pretty much deserted park. There were no dogs and no children, not what he could see. He shrugged to himself, moving through unfazed, continuing to sip at his drink. That was when he spotted her: Misery. She was this cute girl on tour – she was only a fan, but him and her really hit it off, and he quite enjoyed her company. He noticed she had headphones in, and grinned rather devilishly to himself as he moved behind her, grabbing her shoulders and yelling, ”Boo!” he laughed to himself as he plonked himself next to her, ”Hey, baby-doll.”
He had no idea what time he woke up. All he knew was, it was too early: Any time of day was too early. He'd actually awoken soaking wet, due to someone throwing water over him. He'd sworn loudly, stumbling about and managing to trip into a cupboard. Now, however, he was grumbling about killing the person that had done this to him, "That was rude, you know!" He yelled out groggily. He was answered with chuckles by his fellow bandmates. "Assholes." He hissed quietly, pulling a towel out of the cupboard he'd walked into. He pulled off his clothes and quickly took a shower, before moving out and pulling the towel around him. The shirt and jeans he planned to wear was already hanging on the back of his chair, and all too soon, he was dry, dressed, his hair had been sorted and he was left with nothing to do. He wandered around the bus for a while, only to leave when he found the guitarist acting suspiciously with ketchup bottles. Like he wanted to be around when that panned out.
He actually had no idea where his feet were carrying him. It was still light in the sky, so he had some time to kill before any shows or parties. Not that, in fact, they actually had a show on that night. More time to party, but that meant, more waiting time. He sighed to himself as he kicked an empty beer can along the road. Well, this was boring. He guessed he could practice, but hey, what could he say? He was in a social mood. Granted, he'd have to get practically thrown out of the bus to be in this mood, but it was a social mood nonetheless. Hopefully he'd find someone interesting enough to talk to him on his route to wherever.
He stopped by the coffee shop and bought himself a can of Dr. Pepper, sipping on it softly as he walked about. He wasn't one for soppy things, like poetry, and scenery, and things like that, but it was pretty lovely out. It was warm, he knew that much. Not like Scotland – freezing even in summer.
It took him a while to realise he was in the pretty much deserted park. There were no dogs and no children, not what he could see. He shrugged to himself, moving through unfazed, continuing to sip at his drink. That was when he spotted her: Misery. She was this cute girl on tour – she was only a fan, but him and her really hit it off, and he quite enjoyed her company. He noticed she had headphones in, and grinned rather devilishly to himself as he moved behind her, grabbing her shoulders and yelling, ”Boo!” he laughed to himself as he plonked himself next to her, ”Hey, baby-doll.”
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