Post by CADENCE ANTOINETTE LYRIC CRANE on Aug 2, 2010 0:31:14 GMT -7
| [th][bg=e4e4e4] CADENCE ANTOINETTE-LYRIC CRANE  Cade ▲ 21 ▲ Band Member |
[/font][/size][/td][/tr]"I can see it from the other side,
the grass isn't always as green,
The house is burnt to ashes i'm not longer in between."
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TALKATIVE ▲ SEXY ▲ HARD-TO-GET ▲ SMART ▲ LAID-BACK
[/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]
My name is Cadence Antoinette-Lyric Crane. You can call me Cade, my family sometimes calls me Ann though. My parents could never decide on anything, therefore I have two middle names. Antoinette, my mom chose, since it was her mother's name. Lyric, from my father, who is in love with music. I must say it fits me, since I love music as well. I kindof want to change my name to just "Lyric" someday, but eh, I dunno.[/font][/blockquote]
"okay great! how old are you and when's your birthday?"[/color]
I'm twenty one and I turn twenty two on January 14th.[/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]
Female, I didn't think it would be hard to tell.[/font][/blockquote]
"why are you here? more so, are you a band member, media personnel, merch, roadie or vendor?"[/color]
I'm a band member in Red Velvet. I'm the lead singer, and I'm here because I absolutely love music.[/font][/blockquote]
"what's your sexual orientation, no need to feel shy!"[/color]
Meh, I'm bi-curious I suppose. I mean, I love guys, but girls interest me too. I've only had ex boyfriends though.[/font][/blockquote]
"where did you grow up?"[/color]
I grew up in Los Angeles, California. It's pretty chill down there. I love the beach and sun, I prefer warm weather to the cold sorts. My home is still currently there, and it will always be I'm thinking.[/font][/blockquote]
"tell me a bit about your family."[/color]
My relationship with my parents is alright. I mean we aren't the closest, but I don't hate them or anything. They sorta support my choice to go on this tour thing, but they'd prefer if "I wasn't doing something so dangerous." My sister, on the other hand, Paige, I'm pretty close with her. We keep in touch and text everyday.[/font][/blockquote]
"how would you describe your childhood?"[/color]
It was average, you know. I had some bad times, but they evened out with the good. Average fights with parents, broken hearts, growing up learning about life, becoming who I really am, puberty, blah blah blah. All that boring stuff.[/font][/blockquote]
"are there any huge events in the past few years that you would say define you today?"[/color]
The day I moved out with my friends into our own apartment, the day I left for college, the day my band was created... those were all pretty memorable.[/font][/blockquote]
"imagine you win the lottery, what's the first thing you do with the money?"[/color]
Go to the mall and buy shit I've always wanted.[/font][/blockquote]
"what's your general synopsis on love. while we're at it, how's your love life?"[/color]
I've been in love once, it was pretty amazing. I believe in love. I think it's an amazing thing if it's with the right person. Not easy to come by though. I don't have a love life at the moment.[/font][/blockquote]
"are you comfortable with your body?"[/color]
Yeah, pretty much. I'm like 5'4, which is sort of short, but I'm also 106 lbs, which I'm fine about.[/font][/blockquote]
"what's your favorite memory?"[/color]
Falling in love.[/font][/blockquote]
"what's your least favorite memory?"[/color]
Having my friend pass away because of suicide.[/font][/blockquote]
"do you have any regrets?"[/color]
I regret not helping my friend who committed suicide when she needed it the most. I mean man... if I had been there that night instead of going getting drunk with the band... I think I could've saved her. I still hate myself to this day over that.[/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]
Music, of course. Animals, blogging, partying, getting fucked up, boys, girls, dancing, sleeping, stuffing my face, bacon cheeseburgers, texting, social networking, shopping for rings, camerawhoring, photography, piercings, tattoos, fashion.[/font]
things you can't stand,[/color]
Jerks, players, bitches, hoes, sluts, whores, girls who I'm not attracted to, annoying people who don't get that they're annoying, being nagged to do something, time limits, abuse of any sort, depressing movies, haters, racism.[/font]
your hobbies,[/color]
Music, Drama, Writing, Photography, Fashion.[/font]
your fears,[/color]
Dying early, Being alone, Rejection, Failure, Losing people I love.[/font]
your aspirations,[/color]
To become something huge with Red Velvet, to get married and have two kids; Christofer & Jaimie, to become a teacher when I'm older.[/font]
your quirks,[/color]
Always bite my nails, have a habit of fixing my hair, I hum a lot.[/font]
your strengths,[/color]
Singing, being outgoing, flirting, creativity, dedication.[/font]
your weaknesses,[/color]
Cute people, cute animals, getting sweet-talked, guilttrips, public speaking.[/font]
your secrets,[/color]
I lost my virginity to a girl. I'm in love with my best friend.[/font]
anything else,[/color]
Nothing, I'm pretty boring.[/font]
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hey my name is Tessa! i am 15 years old and have been roleplaying for four or five years. i found this site from my bffff marianna. i'm in the pacific timezone, so remember that for when you want to plot with me! my other characters are n/a, so check them out too. i definitely looked in the rules and found this little message: admin edit.
“Mom! I’ll study later, chill,” (Lie #1) I slouch in my seat staring at my unfinished work of art. The tower of cards lay still on my desk. One gush of wind, and it would collapse to the ground. Just one more card at the top and …
“KYMBERLEE PAIGE ASCANI RAE!” My mother’s voice is louder than a thunderstorm. She barges through my door, and as I suspected, the cards explode like fireworks and land on my floor. Fishsticks. I ignore her and sit still at my desk, acting unaware that my cards are everywhere, and that an angry monster is standing in the doorway. I sigh.
“Those books won’t read themselves! Your finals are tomorrow, and I’m expecting that B+ to get up to an A in P.E when I see your report card young lady!” My mother is delusional. You don’t study P.E in books. Mother unit thinks she controls me. She thinks I’m a robot, that I’m programmed to do every little thing she wants me to. Kind of like her. She’s a push-over. She claims she’s trying to stop, so in order to do that, she thinks she has to push other people. Robot mom takes out her anger on me.
“Mom, I will, I promise. I’m going to study tonight!” (Lie #2) I wasn’t going to study. I had better things to do. My boyfriend was going to call me tonight. I expect a call in about thirty minutes, actually. I hope my mom will go out to dinner tonight, to meet someone else besides the one night stands she usually brings home. You might think it’s weird that I’m saying this about my mom, but it’s not. She’s only thirty one years old. I don’t know who my father is. I’m not even sure if she does. (Lie #3) Okay. Okay, that’s a lie. She does, but she won’t tell me. She says I’m too young to be exposed to the horrible things in the world. I disagree. First of all, fourteen is not young at all. Okay, it is for her, since she had me and my brother at seventeen. She also promised herself not to raise me and my brother like her mother raised her. My mom isn’t that great at keeping promises. Neither am I. You know what they say, like mother like daughter. Oh, no. That’s like father like son. Screw it.
“Kymberlee!” This voice is starting to get on my nerves.
“What?”
“Your grades are very important for your future! Colleges are paying attention to junior high grades so much more now, if you fail the eighth grade, I don’t know where you’ll get in life!” Her voice pretty much drones on like this for about five minutes. I nod my head every thirty seconds; it looks like I’m listening. I’m not. My mom acts like the Asians in China who beat their kids for getting B’s. Minus the beating, it’s pretty much the same. My friends are shocked. It’s the first white mother they’ve heard of like this. It’s not like school is hard for me, or anything (Lie #4), I pass all my classes (#5), and I maintain a 4.0 (#6). OK. Okay, so I don’t. So what if I have a C+ in math and I forge my mother’s signature for progress reports? And one D- can’t hurt anybody. Chemistry is way too hard. It should be illegal to make us play with acids. We could drink them and die. No joke. Eighth grade boys aren’t the brightest crayons in the box. Last week an ambulance came to our school to take Michael to the hospital. He’s retarded. Not officially, but to me, he is. He drank rubbing alcohol and threw up on my shoes. I dislike his guts now. Especially on my shoes. But that’s besides the point. The point is, I’m not a straight A student and I lie to my mom a lot. But only about school. (#7)
“Mother, I’ll get that 4.0, just for you. (8) Now please go attend to your motherliness somewhere else. Chase could really use some of that now, he’s talking about naughty things with his girlfriend in there.” (9) I nod to the room next to mine. My brother’s. Chase is fourteen too. He thinks he’s the coolest thing alive. I strongly disagree with every word that comes out of his fat mouth. Tyenella, his girlfriend, is sixteen. That’s pronounced tie-nell-uh. Pronounce it wrong, and you’ll get a nice smack in the face. Um, I would know. She thinks he’s the sweetest, hottest, and coolest guy every. Gag. I puke in my mind everytime they kiss. Personally, I think she’s a desperate whore. She lost her virginity already. But mom doesn’t know that, and I don’t even think Chase does. I call her Nav. It stands for: not a virgin. She thinks I’m on crack.
My mother looks at me with a disgusted face and doesn’t bother to intrude on Chase and Nav. She shuts the door and walks downstairs. I sigh and watch my cards lay on the ground. They don’t need to be picked up. Not now.
I push myself off of the chair and spring up to a standing position. Chase and Nav are being awfully quiet. I tip-toe to the other side of the room and press my ear against the cold wall. I hear nothing. I shrug and don’t think much of it. I could care less if something happened to Chase, really. That sounds bad, but whatever.
Ring ring! Ring ring! Kym! It’s Nate! Pick up your-
I rush over to my desk and press the answer button with no hesitation. Nate is my boyfriend, my bestfriend, and everything I know and love. He cheers me up when I’m sad, laughs with me, makes me feel like the greatest girl alive, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. We’ve been going out for about half a year, and I don’t plan on breaking up anytime soon. (10)
“Nate! Hey!” I blurt out, excited that he’s calling early for once.
“Hey, What’s going on?”
“Just finished talking to my mom, she thinks I’m studying, but you know me.”
“Right, a’course.”
Nate gets straight A’s, with no problems. He passes every test, he studies every night, and frankly, we’re the opposite when it comes to school. Despite his many offers to tutor me, I’d rather not have my boyfriend knowing how much I suck at school. Although, that doesn’t work. He already does know, and he tells me to try harder, but I can’t focus.
“So, you wanna come over tomorrow after school?”
Nate pretty much has the coolest parents in the world. They love me, and I love them. His mother is a part-time actress, she’s done lots of commercials and small parts in movies, like extras, and stuff. Sometimes she gets more than a few seconds on camera, which I think is really cool. Mr. Stockton is a nice guy, he’s a photographer. Every time I go to their house, he tells me how much he’d love it if I became a model. He tells me I have the perfect look to be on the front cover of the magazine or something. I smile every time he says it, but I never take up the offer. The whole starve-yourself-make-yourself-puke-wear-size-zero-
and-have-nothing-but-skin-and-bones thing, doesn’t work for me. I’d rather be normal, thanks.
“Crap, I have cheerleading, (11) but maybe Friday?” I don’t have cheerleading. I’ve got other plans. Plans I can’t tell Nate about.
“Okay, sounds good. So what’d you do today?”
And it goes on for awhile. I’m actually looking forward to tomorrow. But Nate won’t find out why. He never does. And that’s a good thing.
“KYMBERLEE PAIGE ASCANI RAE!” My mother’s voice is louder than a thunderstorm. She barges through my door, and as I suspected, the cards explode like fireworks and land on my floor. Fishsticks. I ignore her and sit still at my desk, acting unaware that my cards are everywhere, and that an angry monster is standing in the doorway. I sigh.
“Those books won’t read themselves! Your finals are tomorrow, and I’m expecting that B+ to get up to an A in P.E when I see your report card young lady!” My mother is delusional. You don’t study P.E in books. Mother unit thinks she controls me. She thinks I’m a robot, that I’m programmed to do every little thing she wants me to. Kind of like her. She’s a push-over. She claims she’s trying to stop, so in order to do that, she thinks she has to push other people. Robot mom takes out her anger on me.
“Mom, I will, I promise. I’m going to study tonight!” (Lie #2) I wasn’t going to study. I had better things to do. My boyfriend was going to call me tonight. I expect a call in about thirty minutes, actually. I hope my mom will go out to dinner tonight, to meet someone else besides the one night stands she usually brings home. You might think it’s weird that I’m saying this about my mom, but it’s not. She’s only thirty one years old. I don’t know who my father is. I’m not even sure if she does. (Lie #3) Okay. Okay, that’s a lie. She does, but she won’t tell me. She says I’m too young to be exposed to the horrible things in the world. I disagree. First of all, fourteen is not young at all. Okay, it is for her, since she had me and my brother at seventeen. She also promised herself not to raise me and my brother like her mother raised her. My mom isn’t that great at keeping promises. Neither am I. You know what they say, like mother like daughter. Oh, no. That’s like father like son. Screw it.
“Kymberlee!” This voice is starting to get on my nerves.
“What?”
“Your grades are very important for your future! Colleges are paying attention to junior high grades so much more now, if you fail the eighth grade, I don’t know where you’ll get in life!” Her voice pretty much drones on like this for about five minutes. I nod my head every thirty seconds; it looks like I’m listening. I’m not. My mom acts like the Asians in China who beat their kids for getting B’s. Minus the beating, it’s pretty much the same. My friends are shocked. It’s the first white mother they’ve heard of like this. It’s not like school is hard for me, or anything (Lie #4), I pass all my classes (#5), and I maintain a 4.0 (#6). OK. Okay, so I don’t. So what if I have a C+ in math and I forge my mother’s signature for progress reports? And one D- can’t hurt anybody. Chemistry is way too hard. It should be illegal to make us play with acids. We could drink them and die. No joke. Eighth grade boys aren’t the brightest crayons in the box. Last week an ambulance came to our school to take Michael to the hospital. He’s retarded. Not officially, but to me, he is. He drank rubbing alcohol and threw up on my shoes. I dislike his guts now. Especially on my shoes. But that’s besides the point. The point is, I’m not a straight A student and I lie to my mom a lot. But only about school. (#7)
“Mother, I’ll get that 4.0, just for you. (8) Now please go attend to your motherliness somewhere else. Chase could really use some of that now, he’s talking about naughty things with his girlfriend in there.” (9) I nod to the room next to mine. My brother’s. Chase is fourteen too. He thinks he’s the coolest thing alive. I strongly disagree with every word that comes out of his fat mouth. Tyenella, his girlfriend, is sixteen. That’s pronounced tie-nell-uh. Pronounce it wrong, and you’ll get a nice smack in the face. Um, I would know. She thinks he’s the sweetest, hottest, and coolest guy every. Gag. I puke in my mind everytime they kiss. Personally, I think she’s a desperate whore. She lost her virginity already. But mom doesn’t know that, and I don’t even think Chase does. I call her Nav. It stands for: not a virgin. She thinks I’m on crack.
My mother looks at me with a disgusted face and doesn’t bother to intrude on Chase and Nav. She shuts the door and walks downstairs. I sigh and watch my cards lay on the ground. They don’t need to be picked up. Not now.
I push myself off of the chair and spring up to a standing position. Chase and Nav are being awfully quiet. I tip-toe to the other side of the room and press my ear against the cold wall. I hear nothing. I shrug and don’t think much of it. I could care less if something happened to Chase, really. That sounds bad, but whatever.
Ring ring! Ring ring! Kym! It’s Nate! Pick up your-
I rush over to my desk and press the answer button with no hesitation. Nate is my boyfriend, my bestfriend, and everything I know and love. He cheers me up when I’m sad, laughs with me, makes me feel like the greatest girl alive, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. We’ve been going out for about half a year, and I don’t plan on breaking up anytime soon. (10)
“Nate! Hey!” I blurt out, excited that he’s calling early for once.
“Hey, What’s going on?”
“Just finished talking to my mom, she thinks I’m studying, but you know me.”
“Right, a’course.”
Nate gets straight A’s, with no problems. He passes every test, he studies every night, and frankly, we’re the opposite when it comes to school. Despite his many offers to tutor me, I’d rather not have my boyfriend knowing how much I suck at school. Although, that doesn’t work. He already does know, and he tells me to try harder, but I can’t focus.
“So, you wanna come over tomorrow after school?”
Nate pretty much has the coolest parents in the world. They love me, and I love them. His mother is a part-time actress, she’s done lots of commercials and small parts in movies, like extras, and stuff. Sometimes she gets more than a few seconds on camera, which I think is really cool. Mr. Stockton is a nice guy, he’s a photographer. Every time I go to their house, he tells me how much he’d love it if I became a model. He tells me I have the perfect look to be on the front cover of the magazine or something. I smile every time he says it, but I never take up the offer. The whole starve-yourself-make-yourself-puke-wear-size-zero-
and-have-nothing-but-skin-and-bones thing, doesn’t work for me. I’d rather be normal, thanks.
“Crap, I have cheerleading, (11) but maybe Friday?” I don’t have cheerleading. I’ve got other plans. Plans I can’t tell Nate about.
“Okay, sounds good. So what’d you do today?”
And it goes on for awhile. I’m actually looking forward to tomorrow. But Nate won’t find out why. He never does. And that’s a good thing.
*note: this was the first chapter of a short story I made. I didn't have any recent posts since I haven't rp'ed in months. Sorry!
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THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY NIKKI ESPECIALLY FOR NSN! TOUR, STEAL AND DIE.
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