Post by riley niall friston on Dec 30, 2009 18:16:09 GMT -5
riley niall friston
so, let's start off with the basics. what's your name?Oh, right. So my name. Well it's Riley Niall Friston... hey, how's it going. I like long walks on... oh, that's not yet? My bad. Erm, yeah, Riley. I'd like to think the reason my mum gave it to me was from something famous or something magnificent, but alas it's not true. She just liked the sound of it I think. She probably found it in one of those fortune cookies, although that'd be strange. Friston isn't special really either except that there isn't that many of us in the world... it's why unimaginately i was given the nickname Fristo despite Riley being a smaller amount of letters. Yes, I did just count them on my fingers, before you ask, smarty pants. Tch.
oh, it's a nice name! now, would you mind telling us how old you are?Oi oi! I'm still nineteen. Although not for too much longer. August 2nd is when I finally become a non-teenager and then it's only one year till I'm legally allowed to drink in this freakin' country. Back home, I've been legal for almost two years. Suck on that.
really? you look much younger! well, let's get started. first off, what are you on this tour?I'm.... not sure what to think about that. Thanks, I guess? Actually no. Screw you. I look older then that? Right? I look older then Parker anyway! My 10 year year old niece looks older then him. Sorry, I know that was off topic but it's your fault. Cheeky so and so. What I do is hit a few things to make noises in the band All for Dayna so the rest of the world doesn't have to hear the rest of the band. No, I joke. They kick ass. Seriously. I'm just the drummer.
oh! so how did you first get involved with batteries not included records?There's a big story behind the band being signed that gets me confused every time someone tells me it, but I think its something along the lines of Garret's ex got a talent scout to watch us... I can't remember. It was too long ago.
oh gosh, really? all right, so, how are you enjoying it so far?Oh man, I love it! I get paid for doing something i love, what more could I ask for? Well, apparently someone upstairs was being nice and decided that I should be allowed to do it with my band, my best mates and my friends in general. Sounds like quite a good deal, right?!
that's great! so, what do you do in your free time when you are not working?Well, when I'm not playing drums I like to watch a lot of movies, I like to sleep because, well, who doesn't right? Except I can sleep anywhere, and at any time of the day. I fell asleep standing up once. That was fun. Erm, I like to drink. Like a lot. I probably drink more then I eat... can you tell? Yeah... I was being rhetor- rhetora oh whatever that word is. Basically, I just like hanging with my band. They might all be American and dickish but you can't judge them based on their nationality, you know? No, I'm kidding. I love Americans. They're so happy all the time and that's cool! I'm American in everything but birth myself in fact. You could give me the ladder out of this hole any time soon...
oh, i love some of those too! looks like we have alot in common."... we should get married."
so, how has your romantic past been?Me and romance don't really fit well together brilliantly. I mean, I suppose I went out with this girl for like two years when I was fifteen but then it got boring really quickly so that's when I was caught getting a blow from my hot trainee teacher. Man, she was smoking! So, yeah, I was dumped after that. Totally worth it, you know. Turned out to be the luckiest blow job I've ever had since we moved to America when I was expelled.
and what about now? is that any better? any different?Oh, right now? Wow. That's a bit personal. So basically am I getting any? None of any value if that's what you mean. I don't have any significant other particularly, at least not one that I'll let you know of, har.
oh, i see.. hmm... and, what would you say are your turn ons? do you have any turn offs?I like it when the person is forward about whatever. You know, none of this annoying 'do they like me? don't they like me?' if you do just tell me, then we can go from there. have always had a thing for red heads but I don't discriminate you know... although it might be a bit weird if the person had whiter hair then me. We'd end up having babies that look like Mr. Hudson, yeah? Freaky or what. Yes, I know my hair is dyed but I had blonde hair when I was a kid. Farting turns me off big time. It's not a case of better out then in, it's a better not doing it then doing it in a public place. I also have some freaky phobia of people pooing in public toilets... now that's certainly a turn off. Not that I would watch anyone... poo. Right. Also, people that moan all the time. Just relax. Oonagi!
ooh, that's understandable, mhm. so, give us a bit of detail about yourself.Well, I suppose we should start with the most obvious part. I'm not exactly the brightest spark in the box, but then I never claim to be. I passed my GCSE's just about in England and got into 6th form just about. That was fun... not. I also like to lie, but you can decide whether that is the truth or not. Okay, I don't lie exactly but I exaggerate everything. Stories and plans are way more fun that way. Why would it matter if I was going to stop off in space first before flying to Australia. Have a bit of imagination, that's what I say. I have a tendency to say random things also, at least that's what I've been told. But the others just ignore me. My mum told me on the phone that apparently she thought I was doing it for attention because I'm the drummer, and nobody cares about the drummer. She's always had such a way with words, you know? Then again, I quite like having a bit of attention. It sounds weird but I can go from extremes with one moments wanting lots of it and the next, normally whilst I'm watching a film, that I don't want any at all. Still, it's kind of impossible to get any alone time when you're in a band with obnoxious guys. I manage to get lots of attention with Dayna. We just understand one another. I'm not entirely sure what that says about my mental age but who cares... she's the most amazing person ever. God knows how Kelley is her father. No, I'm joking. He'll probably beat me up now. You just keep on trucking, Kelmeister.
I'm not going to lie and say that I act in any mature. I enjoy stupid humour, as well as in the dry sense but give me a fart joke or a 'ya mum' joke and it'll still be hilarious. I suppose I pretty rarely serious, and I'm not just saying that to you know, sound cool or anything. Truthfully, I'm anything but. Still, you could look at like I'm so uncool I've reached into cool territory? No? Alright, well it was worth a try. I kind of get that I'm not the most down to earth person but I can't really see why I should be. As the youngest in the band, someone has to enjoy themselves by watching Saved By The Bell and Sabrina the Teenage Witch. They were classics when I was in primary school. Personally, I just watched it for Kelly. Shit, she was hot. Don't get me wrong though, I will stick up for my friends. Yes, I probably fail in life more then I win but don't be picking on my friends. Understandably most of them can take care of themselves but since I really, really don't know when to shut up I have to get involved. I'm sure you'll come to see that anyway.
mhmm. well you sound like a fun young man. now, is there anything about your past?
So, I was born in Surrey, England almost twenty years ago as an only child. Can you tell? Yeah, it explains the accent since I lived there till I was seventeen, but we'll get to that. Basically, it just means I say Arse instead of ass and so on. I'm proud of my country, no matter how much my accent gets mocked. Annnnnyway, I was born on July 24th which is pretty suckish considering it's so long after everyone that I get older. Never mind. So, yeah. Surrey. I mean it's a nice place and we lived in a pretty decent area since my dad works as a local radio presenter. My mum is one of the checkout lady's at the huge asda near our house which is alright I suppose. It brings in a bit more cash. But really, when I wasn't at school which was pretty much most of the time I was with my dad at the radio station. Sometimes he'd let me talk into it and I apparently became quite a hit when I was younger because I used to openly slag off some of the bands that he had to play because of the rights. I was only young though so I don't remember it to well.
When I was in nursery, I met a red head called Rhys. His blocks looked more fun then whatever I had been doing at the time so I tried to take them. The next minute we were pretty much best friends and pretty much have been since. I don't know though, I mean my mum told me once that she wouldn't have been surprised if we ended up together because apparently their was some type of 'sexual tension' but that's just my mum being my mum. Ha! Anyway, I started playing the drums when I was about eight just as something to do because I was as hyperactive then as I am now. My dad paid for my lessons and got my first kit that Christmas. It was beautiful. I still have it packed away back home with my parents actually which is pretty awesome. I think they chose for me to do the drums because it stopped me breaking things elsewhere and let me use all my energy trying to hit the drums into some sort of rhythm. Luckily my best mate Rhys was also into music so we had a few bands and what not throughout high school. I wasn't exactly the best student though so I was never in. Hey, I couldn't do the work anyway so I didn't see the point. Still, I just about passed my GCSE's at sixteen and I got into 6th form. Trust me, I'm not even going to try and attempt to explain the education system in the UK to you. This interview will last even longer if I do.
So, the story continues with when I was fifteen, I went out with this smoking girl in our year. Like, literally, all the guys were after her. I think she liked the fact I was in a band and of course I'd just started dying my hair bright blonde because before it was more of a dirty blonde/brown kind of colour. Anyway, that was great and I lost my virginity to her when I was fifteen which was about a cool age I reckon. I think I was pretty popular but I didn't care too much, Rhys was still my ultimate best mate as well as band mate, although the bands came and went almost weekly. So, when I went to 6th form I was still playing the drums which I was pretty good actually and then, that's pretty much where it all happened. One day this new trainee teacher came in to teach our history class and I'll tell you what, she was damn near fine. Anyway, I'll cut the story short and say I managed to convince her to help me out -wink- in the store cupboard. Admittedly, it wasn't very sexy but basically the door opened and the principal and a whole bunch of the class got the perfect view of the woman on her knees in front of me. Truthfully, it wasn't even very good. Still, I got expelled from college and since my parents realised that nowhere else would take me and I was hardly going to do well now anyway, they shipped me off to America. Like I said before, luckiest blow job I've ever gotten. That's where I met my band mates for All for Dayna and I wasn't going to refuse when they offered me the position of drummer. They were all kick arse guys, I'm not gonna lie. Recently, since we stayed in touch, I managed to get Rhys a job in the company so it's like one big happy family! I love it!
ahh.. all right, so. tell me some of the things you like.The film the Notebook. It makes me cry without fail but I seriously watch it almost every day of my life, either when I just wake up or about to sleep (which admittedly most of the time.) I've probably seen it over 100 times now and I can mouth along to the words and even though it's probably not something to be too proud of, I don't care. I love it. I like to play the drums obviously. I think because a lot of the time I have way too much energy and I need to release it so by being able to legally allowed to hit things in front of lots of screaming people is never a bad thing. Obviously, that also means I love performing on stage with my friends. They're all absolutely amazing musicians and I love them to bits, even if we do mock one another constantly. Mhmm. Megan Fox, oh yes. Oh, I also love spending time with Dayna. She's so adorable I just want to cuddle her! And I usually end up doing exactly that. So soft and squidgy. I will never refuse someone offering alcohol and I know it sounds bad but that's life for a guy in a rock band. I enjoy it al lot... especially the old vodka and coke. I also enjoy talking... have you noticed? My accent is sexy, right? I like being a vegetarian, not going to lie. Oh, and beware... I love pranks. Mwhaha.
and what about dislikes?First of all, I absolutely hate being confused. Obviously it happens a lot because I'm not very bright but when people deliberately set out to confuse me that just pisses me off. I hate Miley Cyrus for obvious reasons... as well as the cow that does the weather on fox news. Other things are basically when I lose something that I had literally had like a minute ago. You know? Like the remote control or something stupid like that. I also dislike when coat hangers get hooked on one another so I end up yanking it off and breaking them both. That's when I'm not amused. I also hate to be tickled... hate, hate, hate it. I don't like eating meat, hence why I'm a veggie and I hate being told to be quiet although I will If I have to haha.
do you have any dirty little secrets you wanna share?Not really, but I don't have much choice, do I? I've had a childhood crush of my best friend since I was like old enough to know what sex was. I think it's the hair. He's like... a red head and everything. Don't even think about telling him though. Seriously. I will end you. I suppose the other one I'm willing to divulge is the small issue of my attention seeking. I always absolutely deny that I go out of my way to get people to notice me because I'm the drummer... but it's kind of true. I'm doing my best here, you know?
ooh, that is deeeeeep. well this interview is almost done, do you have anything else you want to say?I really have an urge to call my parents now... and watch the notebook. Bye! -walks off-
so heyy, my name is Leigh and i'm eighteen years old. i've been roleplaying for 4 years years roleplaying, so i think i am pretty damn good. so, my character stole the face of kyle burns, just thought you should know. oh, and also: admin edit bby thanks for reading! oh, and below is my roleplay sample. :]
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"...wheeeen santa got stuck up the chimney, achoo, achoo, achoo." Harley finished and provided his innocent but extremely happy grin to the girl stood in front of him with a camera pointing directly at his face. She'd asked if he could sing a song for her so Harley being Harley, despite it not being Christmas, decided he would sing his favourite Christmas song, partly because it was his favourite, but partly because he wanted to see the girls expression. Harley was unsure if they knew that particular song over here in the USA but he was sure it would be on you tube at some point and then they would all know it for definite. It would also let their UK fans feel superior for a short time. Good fun. Glancing down at the table in front of him, Harley ran a hand over the t-shirt and smoothed it out before he began drawing an animal of some sort on it. Not goats. He hated goats. They were like his phobia. It looked more like a giraffe. It was no surprise to hear that the security at the signing tables hated Harley. As hard as that was to take in terms of anyone hating the nicest person on the planet, it was largely because he spent so god damn long with each person. Whether it was singing a full Christmas carol for them or drawing a detailed and yet still crappy drawing for two minutes, he at least made the fans happy. Hell, some of them had queued for hours, it was the least he could do, no matter how much everyone else detested him for it. Eventually, Harley would finish and they would just go back to being bored so he didn't really understand the great rush. But then, Harley didn't understand a lot of things. "I love you too." He said to the next person that moved down the line.
There was a huge queue, alright. Already, the band had been sat here for close to half an hour and although most bands would have gotten through about 100 kids by now, YDUFA was a little slower. And rightly so. Harley had been forced by their manager to make an appearance this time around as normally he successfully ducked away from it and hid in some other bands bus, normally Party in your Pants. However, this time, he'd been cornered and practically carried to the table. Consequently, Harley was determined to make this as painful for everyone else as possible. He was a nice boy, really. The signing was dragging but Harley did like meeting his friends, normally. Just not when he was hungover (which was fairly frequent in the morning) and the girls feel the need to scream in his face. That didn't normally go down well. It came up even better. Licking his lips, Harley's bright eyes glanced up and saw a dude. Wow. That was a surprise. So being the man he was, Harley shook the guys hand and signed with a flourish his signature on the poster that was brandished in his face. Since Harley liked doing things a bit ostentatiously, his signature was and always had been huge. The amount of times forms had been sent back to him because he had gone outside of the box was unbelievable. Dragging over the next poster, Harley grinned when he saw it was a big poster of the band. They all looked slightly gay, but that was usual for the photographer who had orchestrated that particular one. It was something Harley would rather forget really. Bored of doing pictures, instead he defaced it and like one would do in old magazines, started drawing horns and glasses on his band mates, even adding a halo above his own head. Perfect. The graffiti was for his own amusement, but it never failed to make him smile when he saw the honest gratitude on each of the fan's faces. The one girl looked as if she was about to cry so he stood and gave her a hug before she was moved on by the grumpy security.
Leaning back in his chair, Harley stretched high to the sky and heard his shoulders click as he did so. However, he almost pushed his chair back too far and had to grab the seat beside him with one of his band mates in to stop him from toppling over backwards. Oops. That would have been funny. Not. "Of course I'll marry you." Harley repeated for the tenth time that day already. It had become his automatic response to that question. Slipping his ray bans out of his pocket, he pushed them up his nose. At least this way, he could just shut his eyes for a moment and they wouldn't notice. Harley grinned and posed with a peace sign as his picture was taken at point blank range. He doubted that it would be any good, but who cared. There was enough humiliation of himself out there anyway. Like the time he'd got stuck hanging over the balcony when he'd thought it'd be fun to climb one day, or when he was hanging upside down above the crowd and his shirt fell off. That was hell and he never did see that button up. Shame.