ALKERS, neva mercedes

[leahismagic]

neva mercedes alkers.
twenty two ,, las vegas ,,satan’s alley, bassist,, straight ,, mayhem,, jesse cupcake
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" so, to put it lightly, I don’t deal with anyone’s shit unless they’re meaningful to me. My best friends come first then myself. I will hurt anyone who hurts any of my friends, I’ve been told I’m a handful but fun as hell. I’m a party girl and I like to dance my ass off as soon as I can. I mean sure, I can seem like a total bitch but can’t everyone? But I guess I’m just sort of go with the flow type of a girl, but I like to have steady things and people in my life, which is nice but if they’re not it’s likely to bring me down. I tend to range from my blonde hair to my black hair and I love my piercings. Oh and of course my guitar. I wish I had a dog, but living on a tour bus will keep you from doing that.

I was born to Starr Savage and she got knocked up by some guy, so no I don’t know who my ‘daddy’ is. Anyway, even though I know who my mom is I grew up with my aunt, her husband, their kids and my nana. My mom to put it lightly, was a crackwhore. I don’t really see her, ever. But I take after her with the whole addiction thing. My nana was more like my mom and my cousins were very much my best friends. Nyssa and Caleb are both younger than me but I see them like my best friends. My aunt Marie and her husband Mark treat me well and when I was ten they adopted me for real. I became an alkers family member. But, I grew up in the same house until I was eighteen, and in first grade I bet my best friend. He sat next to me on the first day of school and we shared animal crackers and apple juice until we learned that we both lived by each other. Max came to my house all the time and my family loved him as his own. As we got older we were put in different classes from time to time but we always played after school and once we got to middle school we both learned about the birds and the bees together, what drugs were and so on. We went through the ‘awkward’ stages together and we both turned into teenagers pretty rapidly. Once high school came around we were put in more classes together since we picked the same classes. Max got into drugs because of a stupid girl, who I still hate to this day.

But high school was a fun time beside max getting into drugs and screwing around. Junior year max and I got a little frisky and ended up losing our virginity to each other. We never have dated to this day but if you ask me ever I’ll deny that I lost it to my best friend. Because I really don’t love him in that way, I love him as a brother. But he and I both messed around as fuck buddies throughout high school, and I tried to keep him from drugs since all I did was smoke pot and drink my liver to it’s death. But we graduated together and still are the best of friends. He had always played the guitar and I finally picked up a bass for the hell of it since I got it as a Christmas gift.

But other than that, the rest is to be discovered and screwed with.

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^{hey, so i'm leah . i've been roleplaying for three years now. as well as this character, i also play no one yet . you can reach me by pm is fine for asking me for msn if you need me for anything. i found PERFECT DYSFUNCTION by heather and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

Mia held her breath as she yanked on her tank top, the dark haired girl looked around the room for a shirt to throw over her black shirt. Perfect, a blue top that was loose; perfect thing to wear just for running about with looking for things and then getting some shopping done for herself and the dogs. She tossed on her brightly colored shoes and then the dangling of two leashes flew across the ground as she yanked them off the table along with her big bag full of what not and her sketch book. Her babies scampered across the hard wood floor and circled her feet. “Hello loves.” She cooed, “Ready to go?” She grinned at her dogs and locked the leashes onto their collars. She swung open her door and the dogs pulled her down the hall and they jumped to the elevator. The big fluff of fur leaped for the button, he had learned well that the button makes everything work. Mia rubbed his fluffy mane and stepped in the elevator. Mia stood still and looked down at her young pups, Shortie wiggled her bum in excitement for leaving and actually doing something.

Mia ran a hand through her messy hair and let out a soft yawn. Her first stop: the bookstore. She needed to find a good book on sketching hands that was something she needed to work on. The girl looked around the parking lot as she unlocked the brightly colored sports car in front of her. Dax leaped in the car and Mia scooped up Shortie and set her in the passenger seat. Closing the door and going around to the front, she sat and started the car. Driving off, she glanced at her dogs as they wiggled about and she rolled down her window for Dax to poke his huge head out and breathe the fresh air. Sure Vegas was a big city, however there were some rural parts too. Which Mia actually loved, Vermont was nothing like Vegas. But she was glad to be away from family.

Mia figured all of two things, being away from family meant she could do as she pleased and she could learn from whatever she did and screwed up or didn’t screw up. Sure, her aunt zenna spread her words of wisdom about being a stripper and a model, and swore on her life that Mia’s dad wouldn’t find out about his ‘baby girl’ dancing and pleasing horny perverts only for money. Sure the girl got enjoyment form it because hey, people actually amused the girl. Yes she got annoyed, but Mia had that annoyed feeling pulsing through her blood all the time.

Shortie whined her puppy cry at Mia, asking to be let out and walked or just for attention. Mia couldn’t tell since she wasn’t looking at the young love of hers. “We’re almost there, lovey. Don’t worry.” She took her gaze off the road and patted the dogs soft fur. She pulled into the parking lot and glanced around, she’d put Shortie in her purse and then off she went. She picked up the small dog and set her in her bag. “I’ll be back Daxie!” She rubbed the furry dog and off she went.

Swinging open the door to the local secondhand bookstore, Mia headed straight to the section she knew well and well, the only section she was fond of. Mia glanced at the books on how to draw people, which many of the books she had already glanced at or had at home. But she felt the squirmy little pup in her bag and she reached her hand and pat the dog. “Don’t worry love. I’d take you out if I could, but no dogs allowed.” She muttered. Mia didn’t want to sound like a crazy person, well more of a crazy person. But she needed to make sure her young loves were with her at all times, because well her car was her second love and she didn’t want her dogs killing it. So the last resort she had was taking her dogs with her.

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