Post by joey on Nov 18, 2010 19:39:48 GMT -8
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josephine lilly sparks
twenty ,, messa, arizona ,, until we get caught/vocals ,, heterosexual ,, cocky ,, sierra kusterbeck
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"Hey there people of the world, and those who are reading this from New York, where I am currently located. Alright, so. Lets get down to business and start with this shizz shall we. I guess you want to know all about me, who I am, what my fucked up history is, and what the hell Im doing in New York. Well lets start with the easiest thing first. I am the lead Vocalist of a band called Until We Get Caught. We were formed two years ago in Messa Arizona. Its crazy thats its been two years already. Well technically I did not form it. Three others did. I just stumbled upon this band one day from a flier, and decided to try for vocals.
Here we are today, in NYC. But I know thats not what all you people want to hear. You want to know more about me, get a glimpse into my dirty closet? Well lets go, buckle up cause this ride gets bumpy kids. I was born into a family that loved me, however people didnt love my family. My mothers, yes mothers, were lesbians. They were not accepted, and neither was I, but that didnt effect me at all. I grew up in a loving family when the rest of the world wasnt so loving, so my relationship with them is pretty great I guess. I was adopted, and hoenstly, I know nothing of my previous parents and dont want to know. Apparently my mother was a crack whore and my father a pimp? Go figure.
I grew up getting tormented, bullied and picked on all the time. People would call my parent's words that are horrible, and sometimes call me the same thing. I used to just sit by and let it happen, but that wasnt working out. There was this one kid, Kellan Jones. Everyday he would throw things at me and call me names, until we hit seventh grade. He had done the worst thing possible to me. I was having a rough week, and he just had to call my family dikes. I snapped and that was what made me the vicious beast I am today.
Im not ALL bad, I just tend to have outbursts of anger, or just bitchiness. I also dont let people give me, my friends or bandmates shit. I dont take it and I will kick your ass if you talk about me or my family. I am a pretty stubborn, cocky, sarcastic and blunt chick. I say whats on my mind when I want to, but I do have a reserved, kind and motherly side. I have a 1 year old baby brother, I love him to pieces. He is my world, my everything. I am trying to make this music career so I can help support him if something happens to my parents.
Not alot of people know that side of me, because I rarely ever show it. But lets not get all mooshy huh. I love singing. Its been my passion since I was a kid and Until We Get Caught was just hat I needed. This band has come so far, and hopefully we will go farther.
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hey, so i'm lauren. i've been roleplaying for about seven years now. as well as this character, i also play none actually. you can reach me by pm or email if you need me for anything. i found PERFECT DYSFUNCTION by caution 2.0 and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:
The apartment of the small Kalligaras family was quiet, for once. Brooke Kalligaras, instead of laying in her warm bed, was laying on the couch, an infant sprawled across her stomach and chest breathing heavily, a pacifier in his mouth. He sounded extremly congested. It was silent, and calm. Peaceful, until spunky, the dog in the apartment next door let out a yelp. The young infant, Bentley Kalligaras, let out a low groan and pushed himself up beginning to cry. Brooke's eyes flew open and she sat up cuddling Bentley shushing him back to sleep. She cradled his body in her arms and began to rock him back and forth talking to him in a soothing voice.
Soon enough, the infants eyes slid shut. Bentley had been sick for the past week, and it was just getting worse. Using all her strength, she pushed herself and the tot off of the couch. She had to get ready to take him to the doctors. Walking to the babies room she set him down in the aquarium decorated crib. She smiled and ran her hands across his cheek. Walking back out into the hall she shut the door silently behind her.
Brooke let out a soft sigh and walked into her own master bedroom. Stepping into the bathroom she took a quick shower, hoping to not wake up the baby. When she got out she dressed herself and used to towel to handdry her naturally wavy brown hair. Stepping out into the living room she looked around, peace at last. She knew that she had to wake the baby up soon, but now he could sleep. Picking up his toys she cleaned up as much as she could. The living room was very contemporary. It was nice, for a lower class apartment, Brooke made means with what she had.
Looking at the clock she let out a soft sigh. Time to wake up Bentley. Walking into his room she slid the door open. Her eyes fell upon a sight that almost made her cry. Bentley, laying silently, looked just like hayden. she felt a tear come to her eye and she had to just hug him. It had been almost a year since Hayden had died. It was rough, but somehow Brooke managed. It was a good thing that she had Bentley, without him she would probably be dead herself.
Brooke knew that she had to get over Hayden someday, but it was hard...especially considering he was her first love, her first 'time' and her first boyfriend. Brooke sighed and walked over picking up the baby who was now awake. She changed him quickly and headed out towards the living room. Her phone began to ring oudlyy and she groaned realizing it was the doctor Hello? she said, her italian accent coming through a bit.
Her smile turned to a grin, to a froan, to a complete and utter look of disgust. The doctor had cancelled all appointments for the day. Brooke looked at Bentley who was playing with his fake phone pretending to talk. Brooke chuckled well we have to take you somewhere dont we handsome she said chuckling. Picking him up she put him in his dinosaur stroller and headed out the door. Walking down the street she laughed as Bentley barked back at small dogs and smiled at women who complimented how cute he was.
Arriving at the mall Brooke took Bentley straight to the food court, it was lunch time. She quickly whipped out his cheeri-o's and began feeding them to him. She let out a sigh and looked around noticing all the teens who were with her friends. It was times like these she felt so alone.
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