ENDERS, spencer kay

[spencer]

spencer kay enders.
twenty-two ,, green bay ,, sixsixsix/bassist ,, straight ,, pushy ,, rue diamond
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"I’ll guess I’ll start out with the basics like my name and stuff. My name is Spencer Kay Enders. I guess that’s a pretty simple name. I don’t have any exotic name like Jesus or something like that. My parents were not much of the exotic type. I was born in the month of January on the day of the fifteenth. That makes me twenty-two years old. I wasn’t a only child though, I had a older brother, Kevin. He died when I was ten though...He was five years older than me and he had been walking across the street and was killed by a drunk driver, I don’t think I recovered from that. We were pretty close, considering the fact that we were five years apart. He still acted like the protective older brother, one of those brothers you would never want to lose. I guess I never saw it coming that he would be gone one day and I would be lost. However, this is not about my dead brother really, this is about me. I was born to two happy parents. Harry and Jennifer Enders, Harry was a cop. He wasn’t one of those corrupted ones like you hear about on the news. He was a good guy and him being a cop wasn’t bad at all. He was actually very laid back. My mom, Jennifer. She worked as one of those social workers at my high school. She came home with cases and stuff like that, I just sat there happy to have a good family and a nice place to live. I guess.

After my brother died, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. My mom was depressed for a while but she started to cope as did my father, who took the death of Kevin a little bit harder than everyone else. I turned to my books. I’m a bookworm of the sorts. I kept to my comic books and the bass I started playing when Kevin wanted to start a band with his drum set. I guess I didn’t think I was that good till I started really playing. Honestly, I had one best friend through all my life since elementary school. Blake, he was the only person I went through for everything. After my brother died, I just communicated with him and his friends most of the time. Really, staying to myself. But I guess there was something to him that I liked...Well, loved. Yeah, I fell in love with him. Even though, even today I refuse to admit it. It’s the typical best friend is in love with their best friend story. I don’t even want to be, that’s a lie I do. I just don’t want him to know. He’s pretty much everything to me.

When things started getting weird with Blake. We were fifteen and sixteen. He was a year older than me but I didn’t mind that much. He pretty much protected me from everyone who tried to hurt me. Helped me through my brother’s death. Was pretty much a regular at my house. He use to scale the side of the window and climb into my room so we could just sit and talk for a while. He started coming over a lot more and I knew why. He started getting abused by his parents, but made me swore not to tell mine. I guess I just didn’t have the heart to have him pissed off at me so I agreed to keep his secret and tried not tell anyone. I didn’t though, he was at dinner at my house one night. His sleeves actually rolled down and he had a pretty prominent black eye. My dad, the cop. He knew exactly what was going on.

He could sense it from a mile away and my mom, the social worker started asking him questions. I was scared, that they were going to send Blake off to another family some where far away. He was told to stay over my house for the night as he slept downstairs on the couch. Except, he sneaked up to my room and laid next to me in my bed, afraid that it was our last time together since we didn’t know what was going to happen. My parents tried to reason with Blake, who didn’t want to leave his parents. He said that it only happened some of the time but all they had to do was look at me to know that it didn’t. I guess that’s when my dad decided to work his cop magic and made it so that my parents were his guardians and that he could stay with us. So, he did. Blake lived with me and I just kept falling more in love with him. Sure, I dated guys but every time they tried to get close I backed away, I didn’t want anyone but him.

Soon, we started rehearsing together, him on vocals and I on bass. We knew we needed new members so we started looking, finding a guitarist and a drummer. I guess that’s how Sixsixsix got started. We were all friends in high school and we kept playing shows till we were signed about three years ago. I guess the most important thing of all is that Blake is still with me and honestly, that’s all I care about next to the band and the fans.

I guess some might say I’m a pushy person. I guess I am, I get rather impatient when it comes to standing on lines and such. I mean, I’m not that bad. But I guess I could push someone over the edge a bit. I’m a bookwormish geek, I guess is what you could call it. I read a lot of comic books and a lot of books most of the time. But I’m not one of those people who just locks herself in her room surrounded by books. I mean, that time in my life is over. Now, I’m pretty grown up and stopped crying over my brother. Sometimes, I get into a depressive mood. But, I’ve been like that for a long time, before my brother died I was always a little depressed. I only take medication for it when it gets bad but other than that. That’s the only thing that gets me upset. I am a confused and confusing person. I confused people with my thoughts and feelings, that rapidly change because I’m pretty indecisive. I usually change my mind once or twice before making the final decision that or I really can’t even make a final decision sometimes. Which lead me to the band but that was a good decision on my part. Anyways, most of the time Blake calls me a pretty friendly person with a good head on my shoulders. I mean, I am a good person. I like people, I don’t try to fight with them but if anyone pisses me off I get a bit frustrated and stuff, considering I don’t really have the best temper. But I guess that’s what it’s like with everyone.

I’m a sorta party girl. Not really a party girl but I do like to party. I drink and I smoke. Well, actually, it’s funny. I’m twenty-two therefore unlike, all you little underagers I can drink and smoke. I guess, I can get pretty intimidating. Maybe because I’m a bit loud when I’m drunk or high. I mean, I don’t mean to get loud honestly, it’s just how I am. I’m pretty obnoxious when I’m under the influence. I’m sorry in advance if I say mean things, I don’t mean them. I’m just pointing out the obvious and I know that yeah, it’s the truth and the truth hurts but I would probably never say them if I was sober. I’m really bad at trusting people other than my band. New people kinda...I don’t really know. But I have to be friends for them for a long time till I began to trust them like I trust my band. Oh, if you are in my band. I’ll try to take care of you. I’m like the band mama, since I’m the only girl in it and I try to settle the boys down when they get rowdy.
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^{hey, so i'm jane. i've been roleplaying for a year now. as well as this character, i also play just spencer. you can reach me by pm is fine if you need me for anything. i found PERFECT DYSFUNCTION by tear it down and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

Anna wasn't the most social person in the world. The fact that her schizophrenia made it hard to make and keep friends was a problem and the fact that she had acquired a shy personality didn't help her either. She was surrounded by people all the time though and days like these were the ones that she actually liked being alone. Not that she liked it all the time but still, Anna still wanted Anna time to just relax.
Anna was alone today, in her sister's house as she poured over the sketchpad on the desk. Drawing out tiny lines as she sketched out the character that was tattooed on the top of her right hand. While Victoria was at school, she had her own work. Putting out a comic book wasn't that easy. Sure, it was probably the lowest form of book writing but she was doing pretty well. If she hadn't pursued this career she wouldn't of been doing good. Unless you counted the money she made off of the photography and retouches she did for people and some magazines. But that was just spending money and a hobby for her.

Anna sighed softly as she pushed the ivory bangs out of her eyes, pouring over the page as she drew out the talking flowers on the side of the road. This was all her hallucinations. She knew that she couldn't really tell anyone about them or else they might have written her off as a freak. That was one of Anna's fears. Being called a freak because of her schizophrenia. She never took medication for it therefore, she just kept hearing and seeing things. Her sister and a few doctors and maybe her employer were one of the few people who knew about her illness. Although, she was happy it wasn't something worse like cancer. Schizophrenia looked better than that.

Quickly drawing out the scene. Scribbling little speech bubbles from the giant flowers on the side of the rows she was walking through Anna was lost in her own mind till the phone rang, well her cell rang. Placing the pencil down on the desk. She picked up
the phone and pressed the talk button, holding the phone up to her
ear. "Hello?" her voice was soft as she spoke, the other person on the
side of the line probably barely heard her but she didn't care
obviously. "Hey Annie sorry to bother you when you're working but
could you do me a favor?" it was her sister Victoria. Anna let out a
soft sigh and closed her sketchpad. "Sure" she answered as she ran a
hand through her hair again , Looking at the sketch book as the cartoons started moving. She was going to have to deal with that
this morning. Anna was mildly distracted by the singing and dancing cartoons as she
heard Victoria clear her throat. "Annie you there?" shaking the thought
of the singing sun out of her head. "Yeah... Sorry distracted she
said, looking down at her hands. "Could you come by with my lunch and
the camera I need you to take pictures of some things" Anna sat there
trying to decide what to say.

"Okay, that's fine. I'll be there in ten" she said as she hung up the phone and getting up from the desk. Touching the locket that rested on the base of her throat. It was her mother's. She kept it on her at all times. Anna couldn't part with
it as many times as her sister use to demand it from her . Anna never
let it go. That's why the two haven't spoken till she came to visit.
But Anna grew up and settled the problem as did her sister. Who had
no idea what was going on with her life. The two had a lot of catching
up when she finally made it to Victoria's house.

She walked over to her camera bag and checked if all her supplies were in there and
picked up the bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she walked into
the kitchen and opened up the fridge, grabbing the brown paper lunch
bag and her keys from the key bowl on the marble counter. Anna slipped
out of the front door and headed towards her car. She paused to unlock
the passenger's door and placed her camera bag and her sister's lunch
on the seat before closing it and getting into the driver's seat.
Turning on the engine and pulling out of the driveway. Her bright blue
eyes flicked towards the sun and to the road. Aretha Franklin's voice
filled her ears as she drove, making her turn up the song on her iPod.
Whatever what was playing. She didn't care. She just wanted the Aretha
Franklin to stop. Not that she didn't like Aretha Franklin, it eqs
just she didn't want it in a car singing to her form. Kinda freaked
her out honestly. She pulled into the school parking lot and looked at her phone. Should she call Viki and ask where the hell she had to go? Or was she just going to stand out there like a dumbass. The bell rang as she got out of her car, carrying stuff through students as she saw the blond head of her sister.

"There you are, thanks for bringing the lunch by. As for taking pictures, could you just take some of students for some stupid thing the kids want to do." Anna raised her eyebrow as she shrugged her shoulders and wordlessly nodded her head, taking her camera out of her bag and starting to walk around, peering through the lens and snapping pictures of people...Well, staring at her. Till she passed some flowers. The voices started coming to her head as they turned into little cartoons. That's what they looks like to her. Small cartoon flowers like in Alice In Wonderland. She paused for a moment, looking down at the colorful bunch. She was pretty sure most people thought she was pretty weird as she continued to stare at them. She heard someone say something and picked up her head, looking towards where some guy, did he look like a student? How the hell would she know? She still looked like she was eighteen, smoking on the wall. She turned her head to look at what seemed like the football team giving the guy dirty looks. All Anna could do was shake her head as she took a few pictures of the talking flowers and then aimed her camera at the guy smoking.

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