KENNEDY, Rose Sunday

[SUNDAY ROSE KENNEDY]

KENNEDY, sunday r o s e

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hey, isn't that allison kate?

the boys you left[/color][/size]
"are men you didn't raise"

NAME: sunday rose kennedy
NICKNAME(S): sunny, sunshine, or sunny day.
AGE: twenty three.
BAND POSITION: rhythm guitarist for Pressure.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight.

the clock is ticking[/color][/size]
"what am i gonna do when the last song's over?"

HISTORY:
Ah okay let's see what we got here. Well, I was born and raised in New Jersey, I've lived there all my live so I kind of have some what of an accent. I was an only child, raised by my parents of course. My mother was an owner of a hair salon, my father owned a banking company. I lived a simple life. Learning how to play the piano and guitar at the age of eight, music slowly seeped into me, becoming apart of my life. I began taking voice lessons when I was ten, and I was natural. Not to sound full of myself but, my singing voice is smooth, a light. A very sweet sound people would mostly describe it. I'm a natural soprano, so hitting high notes is not a problem for me. My father always called me a music prodigy. My life didn't start getting hard until I was fourteen. My father was diagnosed with liver cancer and died when I turned fifth teen, literally on my birthday, December 10th. I felt like I couldn't go on... So, I turned to my music. It helped me, but so did eating.

I ate and ate until I weighed one hundred and eighty six pounds. I began to get made fun of. I was called everything: A fat ass, lard ass, wide load, and miss piggy. That didn't help my depression either. So, I became a bulimic by my junior year. I weighed 98 pounds by the end of my junior year and my mother got worried. I was sent to a hospital and I stayed there most of my senior year and gained back some of my weight, I now weigh 108 pounds. I graduated successfully because of my high GPA level and exam scores and I was off, off to live my life the way I wanted to, and I knew it had to share my music to the world. I went to one of the best schools in the state, with help from my mother and grandparents and that's where I met the lead singer of pressure and my best friend. He was really sweet and really cool, we shared our hopes and dreams to one another and realized they were about the same. After a couple of weeks of knowing him and him seeing my talent, he asked me to join his band.

I now tour with them as their rhythm guitarist. I help write the music, and I put my all into every performance, rocking out and trying so hard to give people the best show of their life. I'm known for being able to do a full back bend while playing a song and my crazy antics on stage. But yeah, this is my life.


hanging on every word i say[/color][/size]
"move close and i will push you away"

LIKES:
Clothes, Boys, Sex, Cigarettes, Music, Her fans, Singing, Cats, Coffee, Green Tea, Interacting with her fans, Her band mates, and rocking out.

DISLIKES:
liars, cheaters, drama, little dogs, the word 'piggy', eating a lot, slow cars, slow texters, running out of make up, dying her hair, putting on makeup, and fish.


spit your pity in my soul[/color][/size]
"my heart is just too dark to care"

NAME: EM!
AGE: seventeen
EXPERIENCE: seven!
HOW YOU FOUND US: ad on a site!


i can feel you breathing[/color][/size]
"even though you're next to me i still feel so alone"

It was a bright day in the morning, the sunlight came into Sister Mercy's room and laid on her face. A groan came from her lips, she opened her right green eyes and whined when she was blinded by the sun. She rolled over and sighed, yeah she was awake now. She sat up, looking at her clock. It was about to be noon, and then she remembered. The kill joys were making another visit today. She got up and decided to get herself ready. She took a shower the night before so being clean wasn't a problem for her. She brushed out her thick, naturally curly hair. Her hair was weird. It wasn't like frizzy or weird curly, it was just thick waves and gentle curls, her hair was naturally pretty. She put on her makeup, something she felt like she always needed and got dressed in her clothes. An old, cut up Kurt Cobain muscle shirt, black shorts, combat boots, and she strapped on her black leather holster onto both of her thighs, putting her ray gun in one of the holders, her bombs in the pockets and her two other guns in the other holders. She slipped on her leather fingerless gloves and sighed. Today, she was going going to give the youngster of the kill joys, miss Dyno Tyke, a lesson in defending herself. Fun Ghoul had told Mercy what had happened with them and so she offered to teach the girl a could of moves, in a fun way. Fun Ghoul trusted Mercy, so she got an okay with him. Anyways, she treated Dyno as if she was her own daughter, so Mercy would risk her own life to keep the little girl safe. The turnpike slipped on her strange spiked and studded sunglasses and grabbed her bike helmet from the desk across from her bed. She asked Ghoul to meet her out in the Bracken Fields. There, Mercy had already set up some dummies, old and useless mattresses, and things to shoot. That was the place the turnpikes usually went to practice whenever it was empty and such.

“I'm going to Braken Fields guys, call me if you need me, okay?” She called out, she heard a couple of 'okays' and 'be carefuls' from some hung over turnpikes and she shook her head, heading down to the place she kept her bike. It was nothing fancy, just a souped up Harley she fixed and made a new of it when she found it in a junk yard. It was her baby. She put the key in the ignition and turned it on. It growled and she revved it, hopping onto it. She slipped on her plain black helmet and was off. She was a black blur when she was on her bike because it went so fast. She knew her machinery and of course, Fun Ghoul helped her fix it up as well. It wasn't much longer until she reached the fields and she slowed down, stopping in front of her little lesson plan. She was so excited to teach the girl some things or two. The girl was growing up and getting older, she needed to know a couple of things if she was ever going to make it alive out here. She turned off the bike, yawning as she slipped off and took off her helmet, her eyes, covered by the black strange shades she had on, looked around. I'm going to kick Fun Ghoul's short ass if he doesn't show up. She thought to herself, which was funny for she was shorter than the fellow kill joy.

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