Post by ASHLEE MAY MILLER on Aug 5, 2010 22:22:09 GMT -7
| [th][bg=e4e4e4] ASHLEE MAY MILLER  ASH ▲ EIGHTEEN ▲ CREW |
[/font][/size][/td][/tr]"I'LL BE FINE ONCE I GET IT, YEAH.
I'LL BE GOOD.
PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS, YEAH."
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SOUTHERNER ▲ WILD CHILD ▲ OBSESSIVE ▲ WHORE ▲ PROBABLY HIGH
[/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]
the name's ashlee may miller. it's nothin' all too special 'n all of that. i s'pose i got it because that's what my folks wanted to name me. my mama calls me ash though. idunno why, she just up 'n called me that when i was born.[/font][/blockquote]
"okay great! how old are you and when's your birthday?"[/color]
m'birthday is october 'leventh, ninety two. m'seventeen right now, but m'turnin eighteen pretty damn soon.[/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 have a vagina, yes i do.[/font][/blockquote]
"why are you here? more so, are you a band member, media personnel, merch, roadie or vendor?"[/color]
i'm what they call "obsessed" back home. i follow alston 'round like a wee kid n'my van. idon't really see how i should care about this situation, so idon't. i like seein' his shows and the like, i s'pose. well, no idon't s'pose. i'm sure.[/font][/blockquote]
"what's your sexual orientation, no need to feel shy!"[/color]
m'just sexual.[/font][/blockquote]
"where did you grow up?"[/color]
i grew up 'n missisippi with my folks in a town by the name of winstonville. s'pretty small, everybody knows everybody n' s'pretty tough to mind your own business. i liked winston, but i needed ta move on n' all 'a that. so now i live n'ma van wherever alston goes.[/font][/blockquote]
"tell me a bit about your family."[/color]
ma folks are still married 'n have been married since before i was even a twinkle n'ma mama's eye. i have a pretty good relationship with both of 'em, hell they are my parents. i got a lil' sister who's sixteen, i think. her name's elizabeth, she's a fuckin' buzzkill.[/font][/blockquote]
"how would you describe your childhood?"[/color]
i'dunno. i went fishin' with my papa frequently, climbed trees even more frequently, and ate like a motherfuckin' pig. iguess i had a normal childhood.[/font][/blockquote]
"are there any huge events in the past few years that you would say define you today?"[/color]
i met lena, n' she's practically ma flesh 'n ma blood. that girl molded me into the renegade iam today, mind you.[/font][/blockquote]
"imagine you win the lottery, what's the first thing you do with the money?"[/color]
ah hell, idunno. buy mama a cat, seein' as she's always wanted one.[/font][/blockquote]
"what's your general synopsis on love. while we're at it, how's your love life?"[/color]
i get 'n give plenty'o love. more than i probably should, actually.[/font][/blockquote]
"are you comfortable with your body?"[/color]
i like how i'm made, but i couldn't care less. i'm pretty confident in ma self, moreso than most girls my age. but fuck, most girls my age aren't ashlee may miller.[/font][/blockquote]
"what's your favorite memory?"[/color]
i 'member goin' hikin' with my neighbor kid one day by the lake behind his house 'n endin' up goin' skinny dippin'. we were thirteen, and fuck was that shit fun.[/font][/blockquote]
"what's your least favorite memory?"[/color]
i 'member gettin' all fancied up for the homecomin' dance n' then bein' told i couldn't go by my mama because ma date didn't wanna go with me anymore. it was the most embarrassin' thing i'd ever experienced in ma life.[/font][/blockquote]
"do you have any regrets?"[/color]
i 'ave tons of regrets. i fuckin' regret even thinkin' i could go to the dance with that guy. i fuckin' regret ma relationship with my sister n' how much a buzzkill she is. i fuckin' regret havin' sex with that neighbor boy n' the lake when we was thirteen. n' that's not even the beginning, kid.[/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]
alston
shows
dancin'
skinny dippin'
mississippi
ma van
mamma
papa
eatin'
sex
money
sleepin'
life[/font]
things you can't stand,[/color]
motherfuckers
bein' awake
not bein' able to talk
dogs
big cities
fuckin' crybabies
elizabeth
bad food
sick food
any type of food unsuitable for eatin'
people who make fun of ma accent
not bein' totally perfect
cock blockers
when i can't fuckin' talk
people who ask too many fuckin' questions[/font]
your hobbies,[/color]
gettin' into shit
gettin' twisted
text messagin'
shows
myspace[/font]
your fears,[/color]
rejection
death
the dark (shut up.)
hospitals
gettin' arrested[/font]
your aspirations,[/color]
fuck alston C;
get mama a cat for her birthday
actually have fun somewhere[/font]
your quirks,[/color]
i get twitchy some of the time
i sound like a mouthful of marbles
i don't shut up[/font]
your strengths,[/color]
good talker
persistant
sleepin'
happy, i s'pose
socializin'[/font]
your weaknesses,[/color]
i get mad quick
i'm frequently stupid
it's almost impossible for me ta say "no"
i'm obsessive
i'm not the best around blood[/font]
your secrets,[/color]
one of ma secrets is that i fucked that neighbor boy in seventh grade, everybody pretty much thinks i was a virgin 'til ninth. and my other secret? lena fuckin' kissed me before i left.[/font]
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hey my name is DOROTHY! i am THIRTEEN years old and have been roleplaying for TWO years. i found this site from ADVERTISEMENT. i'm in the PACIFIC timzone, so remember that for when you want to plot with me! my other characters are NOT HERE YER, so check them out too. i definitely looked in the rules and found this little message: ADMIN EDIT.
It had been yet another hot day in Aregol, a day where preferably one would have enjoyed staying inside with a nice glass of lemonade and the air conditioning cranked up on high. Sadly, Brasil could not be in a nice, air conditioned place with a glass of lemonade. He was in an asylum, an old asylum with a few treasures that a "human collector" (such as himself) could take home and study. It was evening time and the sun shone somewhat darker than it had earlier. The heat was still nauseating outside, and not much better in. The male sneezed and caused a puff of dust to come up, blinding him for half a second. The noise had startled Brasil, even if it had come from his own mouth. He chucked at his own silly mistake, and remembered how much he used to do that. He sighed and continued nudging through the dusty artifacts, dodging spiders and lizard corpses to find whatever he could. Brasil needed something to fascinate him, something so utterly fascinating that it could silence him for days as he would go through his memory bank of old tales from his father, trying to recall anything that reminded him of the item that was in his grips. Suddenly, a raw grin appeared on Brasil's face.
He had found something!
The excited male barked in excitement and listened as his call echoed through the deserted halls of the asylum. It was almost creepy, but thrilled Brasil. He quickly began to paw at the pile he was sniffing in, following that unfamiliar scent that he had smelled not too long ago. It couldn't have been fake, he'd only smelled it a moment ago and he had smelt it for a good second or two. He wasn't as crazy as the others thought he was, right? Brasil lifted up his snout once more, trying and trying to smell the sweet smell again. He knew it wasn't gone, but it was drifting away. "Could it be moving?" the male asked aloud, paying close attention to the echoes to make sure that is was not moving. The slightest noise ticked him off, and Brasil was beginning to become angry with himself for even going to the damned asylum in the first place. Then again, if he was smelling things out of the blue, he had come to the right place in Aregol.
The smell seemed to be coming closer, and then further away again. Could it have been a ghost? Brasil's father had told him of ghosts in the old nursery rhymes, and he recalled being petrified of them as an infant. In fact, he happened to be quite petrified of them at the moment. But if it was a human ghost, perhaps he could communicate with it? In almost all those nursery rhymes, there was a talking dog somewhere. The human would often talk to the dog sarcastically and rudely, but they were still conversing. For a quick moment, the smell stood still. Dead, almost. "Oh my goodness!" Brasil called, and began to dart from the room as quickly as possible.
As he ran, Brasil blinded himself in fear. He kept his eyes closed and called somebody, anything to save him. "Please, please! Don't let it hurt me!" he shouted, as if in a struggle. And then Brasil made impact with a red fire hydrant. The bang echoed throughout the deserted halls of the asylum. Silence fell suddenly, and so did Brasil. Blackness followed, and quickly Brasil felt very, very dead inside.
^^ FROM A DOG ROLEPLAY
He had found something!
The excited male barked in excitement and listened as his call echoed through the deserted halls of the asylum. It was almost creepy, but thrilled Brasil. He quickly began to paw at the pile he was sniffing in, following that unfamiliar scent that he had smelled not too long ago. It couldn't have been fake, he'd only smelled it a moment ago and he had smelt it for a good second or two. He wasn't as crazy as the others thought he was, right? Brasil lifted up his snout once more, trying and trying to smell the sweet smell again. He knew it wasn't gone, but it was drifting away. "Could it be moving?" the male asked aloud, paying close attention to the echoes to make sure that is was not moving. The slightest noise ticked him off, and Brasil was beginning to become angry with himself for even going to the damned asylum in the first place. Then again, if he was smelling things out of the blue, he had come to the right place in Aregol.
The smell seemed to be coming closer, and then further away again. Could it have been a ghost? Brasil's father had told him of ghosts in the old nursery rhymes, and he recalled being petrified of them as an infant. In fact, he happened to be quite petrified of them at the moment. But if it was a human ghost, perhaps he could communicate with it? In almost all those nursery rhymes, there was a talking dog somewhere. The human would often talk to the dog sarcastically and rudely, but they were still conversing. For a quick moment, the smell stood still. Dead, almost. "Oh my goodness!" Brasil called, and began to dart from the room as quickly as possible.
As he ran, Brasil blinded himself in fear. He kept his eyes closed and called somebody, anything to save him. "Please, please! Don't let it hurt me!" he shouted, as if in a struggle. And then Brasil made impact with a red fire hydrant. The bang echoed throughout the deserted halls of the asylum. Silence fell suddenly, and so did Brasil. Blackness followed, and quickly Brasil felt very, very dead inside.
^^ FROM A DOG ROLEPLAY
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THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY NIKKI ESPECIALLY FOR NSN! TOUR, STEAL AND DIE.
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