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Post by `melissa lauren mcguire on Jul 5, 2008 19:16:15 GMT -8
» YOUR NAME; Caitlin » YOUR AGE;sixteen » YOUR OTHER CHARACTERS;none » HOW DID YOU HEAR ABOUT SBR?;an ad on Pas De Cheval [/font][/size] » FULL NAME;melissa lauren mcguire » AGE;eighteen » GENDER;female » SEXUAL ORIENTATION;bi-sexual » I AM; [guitar] in [miss mirror] OR fan » PLEASE PROVIDE A 100x100 ICON to be used on your band/crew page, etc. by the admin.: ICON [/font][/size] » CELEBRITY/PB; Brookelle Mckenzie » HEIGHT;5'4 » WEIGHT;104 » HERITAGE;irish,german,yugoslavian » LINK TO ATLEAST 3 DIFFERENT PICTURES; [1] [2] [3] [/font][/size] » PERSONALITY; Outspoken: Melissa seems to always be popping up with random words of insult or advice. She's a helpful person at times, as long as you're only asking for her help when she's sober. It doesn't matter who you are or what click you're in, it's as simple as this: She hates to see people picked on or bullied, and as long as you haven't crossed the girl in the past, she'll be there to help you when you need it. But on the other hand, if you have had a problem with her, Melissa won't waste her time talking behind your back or silently ruining your life. She prefers the more confrontational method of fixing things.
A Little Random: She may have a tough exterior but on the inside it's a mixture of the two. She loves to laugh and smile and to have a good time but she's also very protective of her friends. She doesn't like to see them hurt. As for herself, Mel has had enough pain in her life she's learned how to mask her emotions well. Sure, her temper bubbles over the most and you'll rarely see her cry unless your one of her close friends, those of which she doesn't have many of due to the consistent trust problems she's encountered in her rotations on this earth.
A Quiet Girl?: Not at all. Melissa is in love with the party life and everything that goes along with it. Take for instance, the bright side: drinks, laughing, lights, dancing, music, random hookups etc. The girl has made many friends in the bright lights of the club, whether it be buying someone a drink or just returning a dropped purse she watched fall. She loves the buzz that tends to burn her brain on a nightly basis, but I wouldn't exactly call her an alcoholic. The dark side of the club however, she's flirted with as well. Drug dealers dealing things young girls should never touch, but the exotic taste always did taunt her. You would figure being spun out in the bathroom of enough clubs would teach the kid a lesson, but apparently not. She still dabbles in the dark side, though she's learned enough sense to stay away from the majority of it.
Loyal: Extremely. Melissa is like well, a well trained dog. She follows [most] directions well, when not forced to do them. She tends to end up as the one whom people confide in, for some strange reason. She doesn’t exactly look trustworthy, but as long as you don't betray her own good judgment your secrets will never leak to the outside world. However, don't take that as immediate friendship, if it comes down between yourself and her, she will save her own neck in the end. With her background, she's learned that yes, friendship and trust is important, but saving your own ass should always come first, and it usually does » LIKES; Girls Boys Bats Too-Toos Amusement Parks Concerts Makeup Sidekicks[cellphones and people alike] Horror Flicks Cigarettes Partys Skateboards Chaos Music Guitar
» DISLIKES; Clowns Spiders Heights Cheerleaders in groups larger then 5 People who judge by appearence Plastic Surgery, ew. Small, yappy dogs. Low flying birds. red bull sunburns tripping quiet music biting her tounge
» OTHER?; She has a minor case of ocd and ADHD, hense why shes always hyper
» FAMILY ;
Andrew Ray Stone Step Father Fourty-Four CEO Of Some Computer Company "Ugh, andrew, or Drew, just to piss him off. He acts like someone in important and talks like hes been in the army. The closest he's come to that is watching 'Saving Private Ryan' via big screen tv. Dont get me wrong hes....decent. But i take the money he sends every month and blow it on things i know they would hate." Mother::
Linda Mary Stone Mother Thirty-Eight Housewife "My mother is well, my mother. I get my looks from her and my attitude. She talks the talk but cant really walk the walk. She recovered from her addictions and married a nerd. I still haven't forgiven her for finding love after my dad died. Oh, a fun little side note, shes saved in my phone as "heartless bitch". Aweeee!"
» PAST; I was born under the maiden name of McGuire, prodigy of Robert and Linda, though all expectations for me were dropped at an early age. We were happy together, had family outings and all that suburban crap you do on summer days. My father was one of those men you can’t help but love. A laugh like a wave and crinkles in his cheeks that could turn any child’s frown upside down. My mother was well, my mother. I take after her in ways of emotion and looks right down to the wrinkle between the brows when façade is sullen. I remember the day that my world crashed and burned clearly. Bright lights, strangers voices, my mothers cries and the sound of a phones ringing. The disaster that sent the house into an uproar? The death of our patriarch Robert. That is all the information you need about the man, but the events that came after are a completely different story.
My mother became a drunk and abuser of all substances, liquid and powder alike. Druggies were in and out of the house continually, sometimes staying for long periods of time passed out or strung out. I was only 10 at the time. During the next few years of my pre-adolescent stage I acquired quite a few scars, both emotional and physical. Cigarette burns, punches, bruises, scratches, cuts, biting. You name it and I most likely have a scar to prove it. When I reached the age of 14, everything took a turn for the better.
My mother met and married a man named Andrew, whom apparently had a plentiful amount of money that I became a sole heir to. My mother was cleaner then shed ever been, and happy. Actually, happy for once. I was proud of her, and I didn’t want to mess it up if I could help it. We rose in stature to upper middle class, which I welcomed easily for I would rather live in a nice house then a nasty, drug filled one.
Then of course, natural teen rebellion set in and I began running with the wrong crowd, becoming my mothers daughter in a matter of weeks. Drugs ran through my system and a cigarette was almost always stuck between my fingers with the sweet nicotine scent wrapping itself around my clothes. Alcohol came as naturally to me as water, and well, I was like a fish when it came to that type of drink. Oh, and my favorite past time of my youth? Running my happy ass away from the cops who seemed to be around every friggin’ corner. It was ridiculous.
And the night of the accident. A rather rude emotional brawl with my mother had pressed me into a bad mood, causing me to gleefully escape the house as soon as my friends knocked asking for a favor. The favor, you ask? Be a drug runner. Simple enough. She’d done it before. Take the product to the customers, let em inspect it, get the money and scram. Easy peasy, right? Well, for this particular night, not so much.
It seems my “friends” were against me from the start, getting me into one of the rougher drug circles I soon found myself 2 hours later handcuffed in the back of a police car with the words “arrested for possession of cocaine with intention to sell” and along with a few petty thefts and other drug charges, I was shit out of luck. So much for my teen years being the best, huh?
After attending a detention facility for 2 months, and a rehabilitation center after that, I was finally deemed acceptable back to public and promptly sent away to boarding school. Gosh, don’t you just love parents?
[/size][/font] Grab A Girl And Dance!
Sorry! Avert Your Feet! The usually calm, composed confidant Melissa shouted rather loudly as she zig-zagged between the people crowding the sidewalks through town, goofy stance on her skateboard not exactly helping to the fact that she had almost ran over two peoples feet and may have possibly murdered a red balloon along the way. Honestly the girl did feel bad but, wouldn't you get out of the way if you saw a slightly crazed dark haired pale girl coming at you rather quickly? Plus add on the fact that she hated slowing down; it messed up the bottom of your shoes to much and she didn't exactly have the expenses right now to go out and buy a new pair of converse. Trying to keep back from shouting to many obscenitys at random by standers or rather large group of girls that refused to seperate causing the girl to almost face plant, and not at all gracefully either.Finally, managing to seperate herself from the crowds without injuring an old women who melissa could have sworn could kick her ass with her own cane, foot pressed down against the pavement taking her through the opening to ridgeview park.
Popping the tail up she caught the shabby enjoy board in her palm, kicking positioning her hand in the middle of the board fingertips brushing against the familar feeling of grip tape as azures surveyed the slightly empty park. Seriously, it was the middle of the afternoon and there were barely any kids around. The occasional toddler with their parent popped up every now and then as she sauntered down the path towards a swing set that had been forgotten about. Dropping the skateboard to the ground she paused once more to dig in her pocket, pulling out a crushed packet of Salems and a lime green BIC lighter. Melissa had a small addiction to nicotine, but that was the least of her worrys. She didn't even go through a pack a day, so in her mind she was perfectly a ok.
Collasping onto the swing fingertips went through the familar motions of tapping out a cigarette and pulling it to her lips for a moment before lighting up and inhaling deeply. Lids flickered shut, savoring the smoke that was rolling against her tounge before exhaling. Skull leaning against the chain of the swing, free hand reached up messing with her fluffy black hair. Mel tried not to take to long on her appearence everyday, but you could tell she put effort into it. Hair was straightened and hairsprayed to her liking and bright blues were outlined darkly with eyeliner, giving them an almost fish eyed effect. Torso was clothed in a layered black tank top with a light pink tank top over it. A bright blue zip up jacket hung limply at her elbows, giving coverage only to her forearms. Legs were clad in trusty black skinny jeans, random holes throughout the fabric showing random flashed of her paled skin. And last but not least, her ever present worn out and holey converse. Well, what did you expect? When you skateboard your shoes get muffed up, and if you looked closely enough you could see her rainbow socks through the sides. Ha, for once her socks actually matched. Amazing.
Taking another drag from the Salem she concentrated for a moment as she tapped the hollow of her right cheek, watching as small o's appeared in smoke form from her mouth. Smirking she stood up, grabbing her skateboard she returned to the path and hopped on, pushing off with ease as she took a final drag on her cigarette before flicking it to the ground infront of her and rolling over it with the wheels of the skateboard. Well, it was like smokey the bear always said "only you can prevent forest fires!"Wheels on a skateboard could too. Spacing out for a moment she took in the scenery once more, maybe living out here wouldn't be that bad. Blues were flicking everywhere except where she should have been looking: infront of her. Hense why she didnt see the person earlier. Feeling her board release underneath her and body falling to the ground with a thump on her rear end she sat there for a moment dazed before coming back to reality.Oh shit. Quiet vocals murmured as she crawled/dragged herself the few inches to the other person, poking their arm lightly.Are you okay? Melissa questioned, concerned blues looking down at the poor person who had been the victum of a melissa accident.
[ooc:shes rather accident prone, so running into people via skateboard happens all the time, haha :]
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Post by riley patrick harper ® on Jul 5, 2008 19:19:31 GMT -8
WELCOME TO THE BAND.
[/b] please be sure to fill out any claims ASAP. have fun & rock hard![/center][/color]
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