Post by CHELSEE MICHELLE EADS on Aug 2, 2010 16:39:40 GMT -7
| [th][bg=e4e4e4] CHELSEE MICHELLE EADS  CHELS ▲ NINETEEN ▲ MEDIA |
[/font][/size][/td][/tr]"Chelsea, Chelsea, tell me you love me
Chelsea, Chelsea, are you feeling me now?
Chelsea, Chelsea, I think it's 'bout time we get down, get down, I want more!"
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OUTGOING ▲ FUN ▲ ART-LOVER ▲ MUSIC JUNKIE ▲ SECRET GOOD GIRL
[/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]
Chelsee Michelle Eads. Chelsea was my great-grandmothers name, but my parents didn't like the spelling they wanted to be original...so chelsee came out of that. Michelle is my mother's name, I hate it when people call me by my middle name...or call me Shelly? What is up with that...ugh. Anyway I usually go by Chels or Chelsee nothing else. I really, really hate being called Shell, Shelly or anything like that. Call me any of those names...and die. (:[/font][/blockquote]
"okay great! how old are you and when's your birthday?"[/color]
I am nineteen years old, and my birthday is Janurary fourth, cause I'm just that cool!.[/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]
Uh, I am totally a girl, and that is an odd question to ask...just saying.[/font][/blockquote]
"why are you here? more so, are you a band member, media personnel, merch, roadie or vendor?"[/color]
Well I am in the media, or rather I'm a photographer for Buzznet! Best job a teenage girl could ask for...I started interning for Buzznet when I was sixteen, I was still in high school. My parents made a deal with me, if I keep my grades up then I got to continue intern. Then once I turned eighteen, and I graduated they hired me full time. Being able to do what I love is the best thing ever, plus listening to music all day. Really the best job ever.[/font][/blockquote]
"what's your sexual orientation, no need to feel shy!"[/color]
I am heterosexual, of course I joke around about getting with girls, but I never have and never will. I like boys.[/font][/blockquote]
"where did you grow up?"[/color]
My home town is L.A. and for that everyone thinks I was a spoiled rich kid. Yeah not. I wasn't poor, I had to buy my first camera, I had to save up forever for it. But I loved growing up there, always places to go, and people to hang out with. I am somewhat a social butterfly so that was a good thing.[/font][/blockquote]
"tell me a bit about your family."[/color]
My mother is the best, seriously. My best friend moved in with us when I was fifteen, because of her family crap, and my mother would just let me have anyone over I wanted. While my dad was totally cool too. After a while they let me throw a few parties...they were the 'cool parents' I guess you could say.I am still pretty close to them. They just want me to do what makes me happy and they known this does. I also have a little sister name Kaylee, she is thirteen, and every time we got to or around LA I pick her up and bring her to show with me. She's the best.[/font][/blockquote]
"how would you describe your childhood?"[/color]
Of course I had my ups and downs, but I thought I had a normal childhood. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Well except the fact that I went to a private school, an all girls school that is. Hated it, that was the only thing my parents were funny about was boys. But of course I still gotten my heart broken a few times, but that isn't stopping me from living my life. But anyway, I was always the artistic one, I always wanted to be in photography, and my parents were behind me one hundred percent. They wish I would grow up a little bit sometimes, because I drink and party occasionally but it's not like a sleep with every guy I've ever seen or anything. I'm a good girl on that part.[/font][/blockquote]
"are there any huge events in the past few years that you would say define you today?"[/color]
Any huge events? Well my mom had a breast cancer scare when I was fourteen, and it actually became reality once I was sixteen, she fought it for a year and it's not gone but she is okay now. So I am all for 'keep a breast/i love boobies' campaign. She made me promise her that I would live my life the way I wanted to and I plan to make her proud! Also the whole being an intern for Buzznet changed my life, because now I see myself as a professional photographer.[/font][/blockquote]
"imagine you win the lottery, what's the first thing you do with the money?"[/color]
I would...pay off my parents house, and then take my little sister on a shopping spree, probably donate some money to peta2 or something, then I would buy another camera. Yeah.[/font][/blockquote]
"what's your general synopsis on love. while we're at it, how's your love life?"[/color]
I don't have a current love in my life, I mean I have falling, and I have been dropped but that is life, plus those were like high school things. Personally I wouldn't mind being in a relationship, it's nice to know someone is there for you, but being on the road I don't know if that can happen. I've seen crazy stuff with couples on the road.[/font][/blockquote]
"are you comfortable with your body?"[/color]
You can't love anyone until you love yourself. I never really had a problem, except the whole teenager growing up and whatnot. At that time I thought I was weird, and that I was awkward, but I have learned to love myself.[/font][/blockquote]
"what's your favorite memory?"[/color]
My first photo gig with Buzznet. The model was delightful, afterward we headed to a party and I took pictures for Buzznet there too. That was the beginning of my journey. Also when I took my sister to her first show, I'll never forget how huge her eyes got when we showed up. She loved it, I still have photos from that night![/font][/blockquote]
"what's your least favorite memory?"[/color]
The night my best friend got kicked out, of course I loved her living with me. But it was horrible to watch the people I thought of as second parents throw her out. It was bull. She was in tears forever, and I felt bad. And also the one thing I regret is one of my worst memories.[/font][/blockquote]
"do you have any regrets?"[/color]
Well letting the boy that I was 'in love with' have all of me, if you catch my drift. I wish I could take that back, I haven't done it with anyone else, that is something I was saving for someone special, and he just dumped me afterwards. I cried for days. But realized that he wasn't worth crying over.[/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]
My family, meeting new people, cute boys, flirting, photography, music, driving down the highway with the music up dancing, being on the road, going to parties, drinking...sometimes, singing even if it is just in my car.[/font]
things you can't stand,[/color]
Boys who use girls, hard drugs, the annoying drunk guy at parties, not getting any good photos, sluts, people complaining all the time, not having fun, being bored.[/font]
your hobbies,[/color]
Taking photos, dancing around, walking around when shows are going on meeting new people, writing (secretly), shopping.[/font]
your fears,[/color]
Ending up alone, trusting another guy and them doing the same thing to me, being fired, losing my passion for life, losing my family.[/font]
your aspirations,[/color]
Being a world famous photographer, get a photo of one of my photoshoots on the front of a magazine, finding someone to cuddle with at night.[/font]
your quirks,[/color]
Being in front of the camera as much as I am behind it, smiling no matter what even when I am mad but then it is more of a smirk, rambling when I am nervous.[/font]
your strengths,[/color]
Taking good pictures, being happy/positive attitude, making friends, making my friends smile, coming up with random stuff, baking (cupcakes)[/font]
your weaknesses,[/color]
Cute (bad-ish) boys, cheesy pick up lines, beautiful photos, seeing my friends all sad--makes me sad, I also ramble a lot, and I find it annoying and a weakness becuase then I can never find the right words to come out.[/font]
your secrets,[/color]
Was going to go to college to be a biology major, I also put on a fake smile sometimes, because I can't be happy all the time, but I can fake it really well, that sounds horrible, I mean I have nothing to be down about. But if I feel blah then I get lazy and moppy.[/font]
anything else,[/color]
I have a key tattoo on my right side of my ribs, and I have 'love' in cursive on my left hip.[/font]
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hey my name is audrey! i am eighteen years old and have been roleplaying for seven years. i found this site from advert. i'm in the CDT timzone, so remember that for when you want to plot with me! my other characters are roxy powell, so check them out too. i definitely looked in the rules and found this little message: admin edit.
Ellie really didn’t want to be in the place she was. But was it her fault that she was lying in a bed in the hospital, or was it her family’s fault? She was clearly crying out for attention and yet, they couldn’t even show up to the damn hospital to see there daughter who just almost commit suicide. While on the other hand, she was the one who overdosed. But they caused it, she thought so anyway. They never paid attention to her, they never told her that they were proud of her. They were in love with there other child, not her. Never her. This is when she attempted to sit up, but couldn’t. She got halfway there, and the restrains tightened around her, squeezing her. She gave up once more, as she looked up at the boy. Whom seemed to be shocked by her outburst.
Her lips puckered together, and her jaw tightened. She was never the type to get angry, upset maybe, but never angry. But for some reason, she couldn’t help but to stare at the boy. She felt her hands ball up into fists, but the pressure from her doing that, started to cause imprints on her skin from the restraints. This sucked more then she even thought. She couldn’t even move a muscle because of all the shit they had plugged in her or had her tied down with. It was bull, and even she knew that. They thought they were helping her? They were only making things worse…but then he spoke. might want some – uh – company. Some company? SOME COMPANY?! She thought, she didn’t want company. She wanted someone to actually give a fuck about her. Not just to be her ‘company’.
She carefully moved her head, her colorful hair, literally going every which way. She attempted to look him in the eyes, he seemed to understand what she was going through…she saw the pain in his eyes. The anger washed away from her, and the depression returned. He was just trying to be nice. And she was pushing him away. ”If I could scoot over, I’d say you could sit here on the edge of my bed. There still is room, if you want to sit there…just watch out for my leg…” she spoke in a soft tone, her eyes pointed to her leg. ”I’m sorry for being rude, but this isn’t exactly normal. A classic talking, or hell, looking at a kid like me…It’s just odd.” she spoke once more, as soft as it was before.
Her eyes darted down, she was embarrassed, she felt really dumb. He was being kind of nice to her, but she knew she would get attached. And once they were out of this situation things would go back to normal. He would ignore her, and she’d be in the shadows of everything. Forgotten about, just like she was before. Her eyes snapped up, as she realized something. Why was he here in the first place? ”If you don’t mind me asking…why are you here anyway? Like in the hospital…” she spoke, then looked back down at the restraint on her wrist. That one hurt the most, thanks to the big gash she had put in it the night before. But it was all bandaged up now. Yet the pain was still there…
(my post on central)
Her lips puckered together, and her jaw tightened. She was never the type to get angry, upset maybe, but never angry. But for some reason, she couldn’t help but to stare at the boy. She felt her hands ball up into fists, but the pressure from her doing that, started to cause imprints on her skin from the restraints. This sucked more then she even thought. She couldn’t even move a muscle because of all the shit they had plugged in her or had her tied down with. It was bull, and even she knew that. They thought they were helping her? They were only making things worse…but then he spoke. might want some – uh – company. Some company? SOME COMPANY?! She thought, she didn’t want company. She wanted someone to actually give a fuck about her. Not just to be her ‘company’.
She carefully moved her head, her colorful hair, literally going every which way. She attempted to look him in the eyes, he seemed to understand what she was going through…she saw the pain in his eyes. The anger washed away from her, and the depression returned. He was just trying to be nice. And she was pushing him away. ”If I could scoot over, I’d say you could sit here on the edge of my bed. There still is room, if you want to sit there…just watch out for my leg…” she spoke in a soft tone, her eyes pointed to her leg. ”I’m sorry for being rude, but this isn’t exactly normal. A classic talking, or hell, looking at a kid like me…It’s just odd.” she spoke once more, as soft as it was before.
Her eyes darted down, she was embarrassed, she felt really dumb. He was being kind of nice to her, but she knew she would get attached. And once they were out of this situation things would go back to normal. He would ignore her, and she’d be in the shadows of everything. Forgotten about, just like she was before. Her eyes snapped up, as she realized something. Why was he here in the first place? ”If you don’t mind me asking…why are you here anyway? Like in the hospital…” she spoke, then looked back down at the restraint on her wrist. That one hurt the most, thanks to the big gash she had put in it the night before. But it was all bandaged up now. Yet the pain was still there…
(my post on central)
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THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY NIKKI ESPECIALLY FOR NSN! TOUR, STEAL AND DIE.
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