Post by EVAN ALEXANDRA STOUT on Aug 1, 2010 22:37:21 GMT -7
| [th][bg=e4e4e4] EVAN ALEXANDRA VON STETTIN  EV OR EVIE ▲ TWENTY TWO ▲ BAND |
[/font][/size][/td][/tr]"but my god just woke up
on the wrong side of his bed
and it just don't matter now"
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CYNICAL ▲ HATEFUL ▲ MISANTHROPIC ▲ WITTY ▲ SARCASTIC
[/font][/color][/center]"hello there! i'm daniel fitzpatrick, i guess you could say i was the one who dreamt up never say never tour in my sleep. i suppose you could call this a "screen through", to see who i'm dealing with for the next while. i hope you don't mind me asking you a few questions. if you do mind... well i'm very sorry but it's mandatory."[/color]
"first off, what's your name?"[/color]
evan alexandra stout. i hate my last name, just in case you wanted to know. anyhow, i used to ask my mother why i was given a "boy's" name; her reply was always an unsatisfying "because i liked it." i would then ask my dad, who would tell me to ask my mother, so then i would go to my older sister and she would say "because she wanted a boy and got us instead." incase you wanted to know, her name is bailey, another androgynous name.[/font][/blockquote]
"okay great! how old are you and when's your birthday?"[/color]
may tenth nineteen eighty eight[/font][/blockquote]
"er.. just checking, are you male or female? no offense, i just think it's safe to say you don't always know these days!"[/color]
i'm used to this by now- i mean, look at my fuckin' name! anyways, i'm a girl.[/font][/blockquote]
"why are you here? more so, are you a band member, media personnel, merch, roadie or vendor?"[/color]
i play fuckin' amazing guitar for the lovelies.[/font][/blockquote]
"what's your sexual orientation, no need to feel shy!"[/color]
i'm bi. i don't like to flaunt it in people's faces like some girls do, but if you ask me, i'll answer honestly.[/font][/blockquote]
"where did you grow up?"[/color]
oh, my lower east side love: i've never left you and never will. as much as i hate my family, i love you and will never leave you.[/font][/blockquote]
"tell me a bit about your family."[/color]
i hate my family, specifically my mother, louisa stout. my older sister, twenty-five, is a total whore, but she's nice enough for me to tolerate. my younger brother, paulie, has been the bane of my existence since his birth.[/font][/blockquote]
"how would you describe your childhood?"[/color]
painful. from day one i was shoved in piano and voice lessons. at the time, it was awful and i remember being constantly pissed and stressed out that i was being worked so hard. five years after paulie's birth, bailey & i's "training" was ended so that paulie could receive coaching from some top-knotch asshole.[/font][/blockquote]
"are there any huge events in the past few years that you would say define you today?"[/color]
i'm in a band and on tour. pretty sweet, no? as of a about three years, i have a coffee addiction. i know a lot of you hipsters have a self-proclaimed coffee addiction but i really do. it sucks. as much as i love the stuff, it would be nice to not be addicted to it.[/font][/blockquote]
"imagine you win the lottery, what's the first thing you do with the money?"[/color]
shit... i don't know. i'll deal with it when i get there.[/font][/blockquote]
"what's your general synopsis on love. while we're at it, how's your love life?"[/color]
we all just wanna be happy, so, um, yeah. i've had a grand total of two boyfriends, all of whom i've managed to run off. guess they weren't "it".[/font][/blockquote]
"are you comfortable with your body?"[/color]
yeah, i guess so. i'm kinda skinny 'cause all i do is smoke cigarettes and they curb appetite.[/font][/blockquote]
"what's your favorite memory?"[/color]
getting singed or going on tour. either one, really.[/font][/blockquote]
"what's your least favorite memory?"[/color]
anytime spent with my family.[/font][/blockquote]
"do you have any regrets?"[/color]
can i plead the fifth on this one? no? well, alright. something i really regret doing... well, one night a bunch of my friends and i were going to a rave in jersey (ew, right?). i had just gotten my license and was driving. my friend was smoking and leaned over my lap for some reason (can't remember why, she was always pretty theatrical) and dropped it in my lap which caused me to spaz out when it burned me and run us off the road. no one was hurt—knock on wood— except for jenn; she submarined under her seatbelt and snapped her femur in half. it hasn't bothered maybe as much as it should have even though i pretty much ruined her junior year and summer.[/font][/blockquote]
"thank you very much for your time, you've been very helpful. i officially welcome you to never say never tour!"[/color]
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things you enjoy,[/color]
cigarettes and alcohol (whoever gets that reference gets a cookie!); drinking coffee, painting, sketching, girls, guys, animals, singing, playing guitar, pomegranate ice cream made with coconut milk, finding someone to "connect" with, being alone, the small amount of friends she has.
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things you can't stand,[/color]
hipsters (kind of ironic), posers, her family, dance classes, kids that need to realize that scene is dead, black polka metal, ketchup bottles, cereal without milk, bad drivers, daycare, little kids, daycare & little kids at the same time, national treasure, songs that are annoying & repetitive, when you're singing a song and your friends join in and the don't know the words, telemarketers, drive-thru people that don't speak human.[/font]
your hobbies,[/color]
is smoking a hobby? no? fine. um... painting, drawing, playing guitar, singing, piano, and—i know this doesn't sound like me— cooking. i'm good at it, too.[/font]
your fears,[/color]
being in a plane crash, failing, rejection, snake bites (not the piercings), crawling back to my family, being hit by lightning, getting a disease, public speaking, and sharks.[/font]
your aspirations,[/color]
when i die, i want to die knowing that i lived a full life and didn't just waste my time chasing illusions. i wanna be in the best band in the world (i can check that off my list i guess), i want to go to every continent, i want to see experience zero-gravity, save all the puppies in the pound, buy many piglets, and (don't tell anyone) be madly and joyfully in love.[/font]
your quirks,[/color]
when i'm on the internet i have to save every picture i like, i can't live without coffee, i smoke like a fiend, i open my mouth when putting on mascara, i like going on yahoo answers and reading weird questions, i hog the bed & it's covers, i kick in my sleep, i talk in my sleep, i snore when i'm sick, i'm always tapping or jiggling something (like my leg), i have road rage, i loose things, and i talk to my dog. um... am i too weird to take on the on the tour?[/font]
your strengths,[/color]
i'm loyal, observant, passionate about what i do, resourceful, and dynamic.[/font]
your weaknesses,[/color]
i'm jealous, somewhat obsessive, suspicious, manipulative, and unyielding.[/font]
your secrets,[/color]
i'd rater be fat than a vegetarian. every birthday, every christmas i wish your stupid wrapping paper christmas will catch fire and burn your house down.[/font]
anything else,[/color]
i'm weird, i know, but i can be fun![/font]
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hey my name is misa! i am fourteen years old and have been roleplaying for two years. i found this site from an advert. i'm in the central timzone, so remember that for when you want to plot with me! my other characters are jesus christ, so check them out too. i definitely looked in the rules and found this little message: admin edit.
today was beautiful; the endless blue sky was not blemished by a single cloud. the sun's warm rays bathed the students of laborderie. as evan glanced over her shoulder, she could see a few girls tanning on the quad in skimpy bikinis and sipping chai tea talking about their boyfriends (or something in french, evan couldn't understand).
a cigarette hung between her coral pink lips; the ash almost down to the filter. a cup of plain, black bitter coffee was clutched by her long, slender fingers whose appearance was marred by splatters of paint. that was evan, though, she usually had paint somewhere on her. evan had been painting and drawing religiously since she was fourteen. her family, however, wasn't as supportive of it as evan would have liked... that's putting it lightly.
the thought of her family brought a scowl to her face. ever since she'd been here, she'd shoved them to the back of her mind. to be honest, evan found herself doing that quite a lot. she didn't speak any french which made it hard for her to find people to talk to. dropping the cigarette to the ground, she rubbed it out with the toe of her converse. she brought the coffee to her lips and swallowed the bitter black liquid, relishing in it's strong flavor. the library had been her original destination, but so many things had kept her from opening the ancient mahogany doors and sliding inside... until now.
evan's painted hands pulled the doors of the library open. she was instantly greeted with the smell of old books, something she was fond of, and air conditioning, something else she was fond of. there were a couple of people in the library today, speaking quietly in languages she couldn't understand. that's cool... she thought to herself, wishing she could understand what they were saying. laborderie was a neat place in that sense: people from all over the world attended here.
the girl flitted around the shelves of books, looking for one that was in english. as she scanned the isles, evan would occasionally run her fingers down the spine of a book; in comforted her in an odd way. a few feet away from her was a boy, albeit a cute one, that was looking at books. as she got closer to him, she heard him mumble something to himself... in english! her eyes lit up, and she looked over at him. "hey..." she forced herself to whisper, remembering that they were in a library. "you speak english!"
a cigarette hung between her coral pink lips; the ash almost down to the filter. a cup of plain, black bitter coffee was clutched by her long, slender fingers whose appearance was marred by splatters of paint. that was evan, though, she usually had paint somewhere on her. evan had been painting and drawing religiously since she was fourteen. her family, however, wasn't as supportive of it as evan would have liked... that's putting it lightly.
the thought of her family brought a scowl to her face. ever since she'd been here, she'd shoved them to the back of her mind. to be honest, evan found herself doing that quite a lot. she didn't speak any french which made it hard for her to find people to talk to. dropping the cigarette to the ground, she rubbed it out with the toe of her converse. she brought the coffee to her lips and swallowed the bitter black liquid, relishing in it's strong flavor. the library had been her original destination, but so many things had kept her from opening the ancient mahogany doors and sliding inside... until now.
evan's painted hands pulled the doors of the library open. she was instantly greeted with the smell of old books, something she was fond of, and air conditioning, something else she was fond of. there were a couple of people in the library today, speaking quietly in languages she couldn't understand. that's cool... she thought to herself, wishing she could understand what they were saying. laborderie was a neat place in that sense: people from all over the world attended here.
the girl flitted around the shelves of books, looking for one that was in english. as she scanned the isles, evan would occasionally run her fingers down the spine of a book; in comforted her in an odd way. a few feet away from her was a boy, albeit a cute one, that was looking at books. as she got closer to him, she heard him mumble something to himself... in english! her eyes lit up, and she looked over at him. "hey..." she forced herself to whisper, remembering that they were in a library. "you speak english!"
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THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY NIKKI ESPECIALLY FOR NSN! TOUR, STEAL AND DIE.
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