Post by LEVON ROBERT TOWNSEND on Jan 27, 2010 22:43:39 GMT -5
LEVON ROBERT TOWNSEND
[/font]" I REGRET EVERYTHING THAT I SAID TO EVER MAKE HER FEEL LIKE SHE WAS SOMETHING SPECIAL "[/font]
[/center]FULL NAME: levon robert townsend.[/blockquote]
AGE: eighteen.
MEMBER GROUP: skinny hoes~.
GRADE: senior.
BIRTH PLACE: portland, oregon.
RELIGION: none.
SEXUALITY: bisexual.
PLAYBY: william beckett.
AND IF YOU SWEAR THAT
[/font]" THERE'S NO TRUTH AND WHO CARES, WHY DO YOU SAY IT LIKE YOU'RE RIGHT? "[/font][/center]
"hey, i'm levon. or levi. or lev. whichever you want to call me. honestly, i don't think that there's too much to say about me. i grew up in asomewhatnormal home. my mother and father were always around. sure, they argued a lot. but what couple doesn't? ha. i remember the argument they had when i brought my first boyfriend home. i never heard the end of that, but really, it's my life. and no, i'm not one of those kids that don't give a shit about anything and think that now i'm eighteen and all that i can do whatever i want. no, i'm a pretty good kid. for the most part. i do make trouble at times, but hey, i'm 'just a guy.' or a 'kid', as my mother would say. but i have a few sisters, that i'm not really close with at all. they are at least ten years older than me so. yeah. it's like completely different worlds there. and that little girl you can usually see with me (on breaks at least)? yeah, shes' not my sister either. no. she's my actual daughter. i'm not ashamed to admit it. the girl is everything to me. i do hate the fact that her mother dumped me on the spot with her before moving off to god knows where, but what could i do? i think i've been raising her well. she's only a few years old, and i try to give her the best. though, i may not exactly be complete father material. i do have the ability to make more trouble than i mean to, and i do sneak into parties quite a bit when i can get a baby sitter. lately, i've been thinking that i should perhaps settle down. is there trouble going on there? yes. yes there is, thank you for asking. i can't seem to find the right person. it might help if i knew what it was that i was looking for. but i really don't. one minute i'll be completely content with a girl, and then the next i want to be curled up in some guy's arms. it doesn't really make sense. not at all. once i'm able to get out of here, i want to be able to move to chicago. maybe then i'll be able to complete clean up my act. or whatever it is that you want to call it. though, i don't think that i could completely be able to deal with that. you see, i don't do good in situations where i'm involved with being around a group of people. it's not that i'm shy or anything. well, okay, maybe i am just a little bit. but it's the god damn stutter i get when i do meet them. it's obnoxious. really. it still comes around sometimes. rarely though, and for that i'm thankful. and okay, maybe i'm just a little bit self conscious about my appearance. and i may have developed an eating disorder from my early teens which may have been the reason i was sent here to begin with. but you know, mother's like to freak out for no reason at all. it's been getting better though. kinda. i still, possibly, freak out a little bit when i notice fat that didn't used to be there. it's stupid, yes, but hey, what can you do? my mother thinks i have some mental disorder as well, but i refuse to get it checked out. and i refuse to take any medications. whether i actual need them or not. i prefer to take things that are "nature made." like decent food. but, yeah. i.. really don't know. i like music and writing the most... and videos games, photography, and movies. i'm probably more picky than i absolutely should be. maybe i should work on that.. maybe? and i have too many dislikes to even want to talk about. or at least start talking about. they won't be hard to figure one once you get ot know me though. i'm not that hard of a person for figure out, to be honest. i think so at least. and personally, i'm just like every other person that says that they don't need to be here. really, i'm no threat at all. i've been throwing up after meals since i was twelve, and my other caught on four years late. and the doctors had always said that i had been in good health. well. almost. i was always just a bit "underweight" and my immune system was shit. but it always had been. so, there's really not worry about me. i can handle myself at all. unless you get me in a fight. then you might as well just punch the shit out of me and let it end right there. i'm useless. but i'm not really one for violence. unless it's involved with a video game. that's just the nerd in me speaking though. but yeah. other than all of that, there isn't much to say. so i think i'll just stop now. yeah? yeah.
WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO
[/font]" DREAM OF GOD WHEN IT'S SALVATION THAT YOU WANT? "[/font][/center]
NAME: bryanna
AGE: eighteen
EXPERIENCE: seven
TIME ZONE: eastern
OTHER CHARACTERS: none.
AARON TURNER COULD BE DESCRIBED as one of those people who completely went against normality. that's what his father had once said to him. or... he thought it was his father. it could have been someone else. names and faces where all too easily mixed in together and being replaced with one another. it was idiotic, ridiculous even, but that's just the way aaron's mind happened to work. or something like that. you know, come to think of it, he wasn't exactly sure how it was that his mind worked. there had always just been a little something off with it. something that made him stick out from most people. or maybe that was just the drugs talking. yeah.. nineteen years old and already addicted to several drugs, not including alcohol. he was a mess, a hot mess. and you can probably take that in as many possible ways as you'd like. but at this time, this place, aaron didn't give a fuck about anything. he was free and flying high. soaring like a bird, or kite. you choose.
and it wasn't exactly drugs that he was on. not this early at least. rolling out of bed, he was wearing a lazy smile... and that was it. it wasn't the first time he would have rolled out of a bed, bunk, whatever, and appeared to be completely nude. (most people who knew aaron, knew that he had a tendency to strip at some point during the night. and sometimes - most of the time - fuck the closest thing to him. also, he could recall a distant memory in which he woke up wearing nothing but his birthday suit on someone's porch. but he was comfortable with himself, and that's all that mattered... right?) stumbling, tripping several times, he made his over to the bus' smaller than small "bathroom." and really, he looked like a mess. dark, dark brown curls piled up on his head in various different directions; frizz accompanied those curls. his brown eyes were bloodshot, tired. the iris' lined with black from his recent lack of sleep. there was a bit of dried drool on the corner of his mouth before the wiped it out. and that was about as much as he did before he proceeded to do his "business."
not long later he was finally dressed. mostly his outfit consisted of some random clothing he found lying around. for example, his jeans were found at the bottom of his bunk, underwear were in his suitcase, light blue shirt was on the floor and the flannel was on the couch in the back lobby area. whether they were clean or not, he didn't know, nor did he care. was it sad that it was only the beginning of the tour and everything he brought along was all over the place? oh well. the thought never really grabbed a hold of him that much. instead he just continued on and sprayed himself with a bit of cologne that was on the counter. though, it did make him sneeze a few times. oh fucking well. he was too tired to really care. too far away from the planet. now, was this sad that he hadn't even touched a drug and people could possibly say he was on them? maybe his body was used to the abuse from them, leaving him in a permanent high. or maybe there was just no different. or maybe he was just too exhausted. who knew. it didn't matter. it wasn't something that concerned him in the slightest.
without as so much as a goodbye to his other band mates, he had left the bus. after finding a pair of white nikes and his white glasses. a wince fell from his lips at the bright, bright light and a groan slipped through his lips. it was far, far too early for this. seriously sun, could you bring the brightness down a few levels? while his eyes grew used to the lighting, he walked away from the bus. at some point, a yawn slipped through his lips while he looked around the area where he managed to walk to. and... yeah.. he had no clue where the hell he was. was this something new? absolutely not. but oh well. there would be a way for him to get back to the bus if he needed to be. or so he hoped.
not too long after figuring he was lost, he did find one place that seemed familiar. a starbucks. yeah, the male definitely did not need any caffeine, or any other beverage that would simulate him. or whatever that word was. but hey, what would it hurt if he did? people would only have to deal with him jumping off the walls... and he already that without the help of coffee. though, upon entering the story, he was just a little distracted from his purpose of coming in by a flash of red hair. a flash of red hair attached to a familiar face. a grin broke out on his face at the site of the boy. (though it might have been a bit weird since the boy's hair wasn't that red. but whatever. he could just pass it off as him just looking around the place and spotting him.)
instead of going to order himself a coffee, or whatever it was that he was going to get, he headed over to the boy. and there was still that grin on his face. now, he had heard a few things once upon a time (try the other night) that someone was saying that he had a thing for the boy. he really didn't. yeah, the boy was cute and he would probably (most likely) hook up with him in the opportunity arrived. but he was just like that with about 87% of the population. gavin was definitely not exception. the boy just liked to tease him. especially after finding how shy he was. yeah, aaron could be a bit of an asshole from time to time, but that's just the way he was. "hey gavin," he said, maybe just a little bit too loud. but aaron didn't have a concept for quiet. the nineteen year old slid into a seat besides him, grin still on his face. brown eyes looked at the other through the transparent lens of his glasses. "how are we on this absolutely fantastic morning?"
and it wasn't exactly drugs that he was on. not this early at least. rolling out of bed, he was wearing a lazy smile... and that was it. it wasn't the first time he would have rolled out of a bed, bunk, whatever, and appeared to be completely nude. (most people who knew aaron, knew that he had a tendency to strip at some point during the night. and sometimes - most of the time - fuck the closest thing to him. also, he could recall a distant memory in which he woke up wearing nothing but his birthday suit on someone's porch. but he was comfortable with himself, and that's all that mattered... right?) stumbling, tripping several times, he made his over to the bus' smaller than small "bathroom." and really, he looked like a mess. dark, dark brown curls piled up on his head in various different directions; frizz accompanied those curls. his brown eyes were bloodshot, tired. the iris' lined with black from his recent lack of sleep. there was a bit of dried drool on the corner of his mouth before the wiped it out. and that was about as much as he did before he proceeded to do his "business."
not long later he was finally dressed. mostly his outfit consisted of some random clothing he found lying around. for example, his jeans were found at the bottom of his bunk, underwear were in his suitcase, light blue shirt was on the floor and the flannel was on the couch in the back lobby area. whether they were clean or not, he didn't know, nor did he care. was it sad that it was only the beginning of the tour and everything he brought along was all over the place? oh well. the thought never really grabbed a hold of him that much. instead he just continued on and sprayed himself with a bit of cologne that was on the counter. though, it did make him sneeze a few times. oh fucking well. he was too tired to really care. too far away from the planet. now, was this sad that he hadn't even touched a drug and people could possibly say he was on them? maybe his body was used to the abuse from them, leaving him in a permanent high. or maybe there was just no different. or maybe he was just too exhausted. who knew. it didn't matter. it wasn't something that concerned him in the slightest.
without as so much as a goodbye to his other band mates, he had left the bus. after finding a pair of white nikes and his white glasses. a wince fell from his lips at the bright, bright light and a groan slipped through his lips. it was far, far too early for this. seriously sun, could you bring the brightness down a few levels? while his eyes grew used to the lighting, he walked away from the bus. at some point, a yawn slipped through his lips while he looked around the area where he managed to walk to. and... yeah.. he had no clue where the hell he was. was this something new? absolutely not. but oh well. there would be a way for him to get back to the bus if he needed to be. or so he hoped.
not too long after figuring he was lost, he did find one place that seemed familiar. a starbucks. yeah, the male definitely did not need any caffeine, or any other beverage that would simulate him. or whatever that word was. but hey, what would it hurt if he did? people would only have to deal with him jumping off the walls... and he already that without the help of coffee. though, upon entering the story, he was just a little distracted from his purpose of coming in by a flash of red hair. a flash of red hair attached to a familiar face. a grin broke out on his face at the site of the boy. (though it might have been a bit weird since the boy's hair wasn't that red. but whatever. he could just pass it off as him just looking around the place and spotting him.)
instead of going to order himself a coffee, or whatever it was that he was going to get, he headed over to the boy. and there was still that grin on his face. now, he had heard a few things once upon a time (try the other night) that someone was saying that he had a thing for the boy. he really didn't. yeah, the boy was cute and he would probably (most likely) hook up with him in the opportunity arrived. but he was just like that with about 87% of the population. gavin was definitely not exception. the boy just liked to tease him. especially after finding how shy he was. yeah, aaron could be a bit of an asshole from time to time, but that's just the way he was. "hey gavin," he said, maybe just a little bit too loud. but aaron didn't have a concept for quiet. the nineteen year old slid into a seat besides him, grin still on his face. brown eyes looked at the other through the transparent lens of his glasses. "how are we on this absolutely fantastic morning?"
