Post by CHARLIE ANNE MONROE, on Jan 4, 2011 0:21:25 GMT
MONROE, charlotte a n n e
hey, isn't that emily browning?
the boys you left[/color][/size]
"are men you didn't raise"
NAME: charlotte anne malone
NICKNAME(S): charlie, char, lottie, etc.
AGE: twenty-one
BAND POSITION: drummer of surgery can't save you now
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight, but not afraid to dabble
the clock is ticking[/color][/size]
"what am i gonna do when the last song's over?"
HISTORY:
I find it hilarious, and a little disconcerting, that as soon as you mention that you’re a musician, most people imagine you with a troubled past, an addiction, or that you’re a seriously angsty teenager. Yes, I agree, some of the greatest musicians have been one of those, or all three, whatever, but not all of use. I myself, had a fairly normal upbringing, in a loving home. I’m not addicted to drugs, unless you count caffeine, which I don’t, and I don’t think I was anymore angsty than the average teenager. I’m a little boring, sorry, but that’s what happens when you’re just a normal kid living in a normal home in Nashville, Tennessee.
My parents were married, and still are. They met in college, at a small cafe on campus where my mother worked to put herself through school. She spilled coffee on my dad’s date, by accident obviously, Mum’s way too nice to do anything so, so, well, awesome and hilarious. I laugh every time I hear the story, glad that I didn’t inherit Mom’s terrible hand-eye coordination, or her awkwardness during conversation. Apparently, the rest ‘is history.’ They both refused to give out the dirty details on their relationship before they got married, which I’m guessing I don’t want to know, but it’s intriguing, isn’t it? That they don’t tell us anything. My sister, brother and I think dad used to be a part of the mafia or something; but I doubt it. He’s not that cool, though it would be awesome. “My dad can beat up your dad!” Yeah, well, my dad can have yours whacked! Haha, not that I’d do that... but I digress.
Anyway, my parents got married and moved into a small house, and out came my brother. He was a handful, I guess, he kind of still is. Then my sister came along, and they moved to a bigger house. (Yes, I know this is boring, but this is the best I have. My life isn’t some giant thrill ride.) Then it was me. I’m the baby of the family, and rightfully so, I guess. My older siblings pushed me around, because it was easy, and they still do, because it still is, honestly. I’d get into the worse trouble with them. Of course, my parents weren’t stupid, and realized that we needed an outlet for all the pent-up energy we had, and they pretty much forced us into music. It was a constructive, creative way to spend our time, and I thank them every day for it. Our house got pretty loud a lot, but I think they were glad it was our, usually crappy, music, instead of us yelling at each other.
We all started with piano lessons, and then branched out to do whatever we each wanted. I learnt the guitar pretty quickly, and bass wasn’t hard to pick up. But it was the drums that really got me. I got my first set when I was eleven at Christmastime, and I would bash those things until the heads broke. I loved the sheer force and energy I could unleash on them, unlike with the others I didn’t have to hold back. It was great. My parents got sick of it after a while, and made me practice in the garage instead of in my room. That’s how the family jam sessions started –yes, I am a dork and I call them ‘jam sessions’- with my brother and sister. We’d sit out in the garage for hours just playing whatever came to mind. We spent most of our summers that way, when I wasn’t in summer school and the other two weren’t in trouble or working. Yeah, I wasn’t an amazing student, and I suck at math, so I had to stay a few weeks for that every once in a while.
Going to breeze through the high school years here. They were fun, but mostly a blurr. But nothing really important. Same stuff as always. Oh, and we tried to start a band. Yeah, didn’t work out so well. I realized I didn’t want to actually have to practice with my siblings, or agree with what they wanted to play. It lasted about a half a year until we started fighting pretty badly, and mutually ended it. It did help me realize, however, that I did want music to be a large part of my life, and as a career. Okay, so the probability of actually making it was low, but I’m an optimistic person, and once I set my mind on something, I’ll do my best to make it happen. And so began Charlie Monroe’s crusade to find the perfect band that would make it big. I honestly didn’t care about getting famous or money, or anything like that. I wanted to do it for the music, and I still do, though priorities are a little different now.
My brother went off to university, and my family decided to move out of the city to get some fresh air and away from the country music. We had successfully gotten Mom off her country kick long enough to get her into some good stuff. Anyway, the town of Franklin was a downgrade from Nashville, but it was nice. I had to change schools and all that, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. I made friends easily and found my group in Franklin just as I had in Nashville. Unfortunately, the change took a toll on my already precarious grades, and my mom decided that my occasional band stints were over, at least for the time being. She wanted me to get into a good college, and I wanted to make her happy, so I did stop for a while.
It was useless though. I got my grades up, but when the time came for college applications, I had no idea what I wanted to do. Or rather, I knew what I wanted to do, but no college could give me that. I picked one of those generic artsy colleges close to home and joined up in the music program. To cut off some hassle, I drove to school and back everyday instead of living on campus. It probably would have been tough for me being away from home. Various reasons really; I’m a vegetarian and I don’t like most fast food joints, so I’d probably starve. And most roommates don’t like their bunkmates bashing around on their drum kit at midnight.
I lucked out when I met the guys though. I couldn’t have been happier to be in a band again. We started out as a really close group, originally named Time to Pretend, but then our lead vocalist, Ashley... well, she got really sick, and we couldn’t do anything to help her. She had to quit, and we renamed the band as a small tribute to her. She was amazing, and I knew we could never replace her, and we briefly considered going our separate ways, but that was the last thing that Ash would want, so we hung on and found another vocalist. She tries to run the whole thing, and I wish I had the backbone to tell her to back off, but honestly, I don’t.
hanging on every word i say[/color][/size]
"move close and i will push you away"
LIKES: junk food, uniqueness, people who aren't afraid to be themselves, colors, funky clothing, cartoons, sleeping in, people, parties, drinking legally (woot!) smiling, goofing around, having fun, going with the flow, coffee, unicorns, rainbows, ponies, rambling, getting drunk texts, etc.
DISLIKES: red meat, dairy products, making decisions, telling people 'no', upsetting people, her height, hairspray, staying clean, put-downs, clones, brand names that everyone wears, people who don't recycle, problems she can't fix, attention whores, etc.
spit your pity in my soul[/color][/size]
"my heart is just too dark to care"
NAME: truds
AGE: nineteen
EXPERIENCE: six years
HOW YOU FOUND US: ad on vineheart academy
i can feel you breathing[/color][/size]
"even though you're next to me i still feel so alone"
Despoina didn’t really understand Evony’s hatred for her mother. She had grown up in a normal, loving home, with parents that didn’t fight, much, and a little brother who was usually getting dirty or in trouble. Evony didn’t like sharing many things with her, so she could only come to guess why Ev and her mother were always at ends. She had always just assumed it had something to do with Evony’s claim to the throne, and how, although she was first born eldest, it was her younger brother that was going to be king. Though she couldn’t really be sure. Evony tended to take more to Julietta, and Despoina was just fine with that. She wasn’t sure she had enough patience to deal with Evony every day. Sure, they shared a room and they were friends, but Des was fairly sure there were some things she just didn’t want to know.
“Yes, I see your logic,” she responded, a little sarcastic. She wasn’t sure what Evony was talking about. Any pregnancy before marriage couldn’t be good; even if it was her boyfriend’s child. Having witnessed enough of the relationship between Evony and Armando, Des had enough information to know that they weren’t the best couple. Of course she was proud of her friend for having a steady boyfriend, someone she could see herself with in the future (proven by Evony’s assumption that they would be married soon) but honestly, if they both didn’t tone down their partying and wild nights, the relationship could possibly end in disaster. Despoina was just waiting for the day that Ev and Armando would be at the same party, and one of them was going to do something the other didn’t appreciate. It was bound to happen, and Des had mentioned this to Evony before, but Ev had just brushed it off.“I’m sure you’ll marry him. Then you can have a whole litter of children.”
Carefully, Despoina put Evony’s check book and earring into her purse for safe keeping. If she gave them back, Ev could try to do it again, or something worse. She wasn’t willing to take that risk.“I party as much as I want,”she gave Evony a conspiratory smirk with the statement.“If I wanted to leave your drunk asses somewhere, I would have done it already. As hard as it may be for you to believe, it’s just as fun getting drunk than it is getting completely sloshed,”she punctuated her words with a few giggles. She covered her mouth instantly. Maybe forcing small bouts of air out of herself wasn’t such a great idea, considering she could feel the tequila swishing around in the stomach.“Not at the dorms,”she said, shaking her head.“Too much chance of getting caught.”Teachers were more liable to walk around checking rooms than to walk around town and inspect the bars for their students.“Though I do agree with the drunk swimming,”she returned Evony’s smile in much the same way.“And the guys too... though I could have the guys without the swimming, but not vice versa!”
Feeling a new wave of dizziness take her, Despoina dropped her head between her knees. Although she wasn’t eager to let Evony out of her sight, for even a moment, she knew that nothing good would come out of her puking up all over the place. The creak in the bench as weight was lifted off of it alerted her that her decision probably hadn’t been the best one. She looked up to find Evony already halfway to the pond.“Na pari i eychi,”she said under her breath as she hastily shoved on her shoes and followed after Evony.“Oh God! Ev, Ev-evony,”she calmed herself by taking a few deep breaths and counting to ten, thinking over the situation. The ice that covered the pond didn’t look that thick, which was dangerous considering both she and Evony were drunk, and walking on a pond scarcely frozen wasn’t smart for sober people. Evony, also, wasn’t wearing any shoes, and her feet were bound to freeze with the contact on the ice; Despoina wasn’t ruling out frostbite. Either way, she needed to get Evony off the ice and fast.
Quickly, she made it to the side of the pond, stopping to anchor her heels into the partly frozen soil.“Ev, darling,” She started, dropping everything from her hands unto the permafrost.“Come on, get off the pond,”she called, scowling at Evony’s large grin and reaching out as far as she could to reach the girl. “You can skate some other time. We’ve got to get back to the school. The girls will be wondering what happened to us.”
“Yes, I see your logic,” she responded, a little sarcastic. She wasn’t sure what Evony was talking about. Any pregnancy before marriage couldn’t be good; even if it was her boyfriend’s child. Having witnessed enough of the relationship between Evony and Armando, Des had enough information to know that they weren’t the best couple. Of course she was proud of her friend for having a steady boyfriend, someone she could see herself with in the future (proven by Evony’s assumption that they would be married soon) but honestly, if they both didn’t tone down their partying and wild nights, the relationship could possibly end in disaster. Despoina was just waiting for the day that Ev and Armando would be at the same party, and one of them was going to do something the other didn’t appreciate. It was bound to happen, and Des had mentioned this to Evony before, but Ev had just brushed it off.“I’m sure you’ll marry him. Then you can have a whole litter of children.”
Carefully, Despoina put Evony’s check book and earring into her purse for safe keeping. If she gave them back, Ev could try to do it again, or something worse. She wasn’t willing to take that risk.“I party as much as I want,”she gave Evony a conspiratory smirk with the statement.“If I wanted to leave your drunk asses somewhere, I would have done it already. As hard as it may be for you to believe, it’s just as fun getting drunk than it is getting completely sloshed,”she punctuated her words with a few giggles. She covered her mouth instantly. Maybe forcing small bouts of air out of herself wasn’t such a great idea, considering she could feel the tequila swishing around in the stomach.“Not at the dorms,”she said, shaking her head.“Too much chance of getting caught.”Teachers were more liable to walk around checking rooms than to walk around town and inspect the bars for their students.“Though I do agree with the drunk swimming,”she returned Evony’s smile in much the same way.“And the guys too... though I could have the guys without the swimming, but not vice versa!”
Feeling a new wave of dizziness take her, Despoina dropped her head between her knees. Although she wasn’t eager to let Evony out of her sight, for even a moment, she knew that nothing good would come out of her puking up all over the place. The creak in the bench as weight was lifted off of it alerted her that her decision probably hadn’t been the best one. She looked up to find Evony already halfway to the pond.“Na pari i eychi,”she said under her breath as she hastily shoved on her shoes and followed after Evony.“Oh God! Ev, Ev-evony,”she calmed herself by taking a few deep breaths and counting to ten, thinking over the situation. The ice that covered the pond didn’t look that thick, which was dangerous considering both she and Evony were drunk, and walking on a pond scarcely frozen wasn’t smart for sober people. Evony, also, wasn’t wearing any shoes, and her feet were bound to freeze with the contact on the ice; Despoina wasn’t ruling out frostbite. Either way, she needed to get Evony off the ice and fast.
Quickly, she made it to the side of the pond, stopping to anchor her heels into the partly frozen soil.“Ev, darling,” She started, dropping everything from her hands unto the permafrost.“Come on, get off the pond,”she called, scowling at Evony’s large grin and reaching out as far as she could to reach the girl. “You can skate some other time. We’ve got to get back to the school. The girls will be wondering what happened to us.”
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