Post by alaska marie young. on Mar 21, 2010 21:12:36 GMT -5
alaska marie young
so, let's start off with the basics. what's your name?my name's alaska. yes, like the place. is there a problem? no? great. i dont really have any nicknames, and if you even dare try and call me aly, i'll lynch you. understood? kay, moving on. i was named alaska 'cuz my daddy thought about calling me juno, but he suggested it like at the same second i was being born, and my mother yelled, 'alaska?!' and the stupid hospital assumed that that was what they were naming me, and my parents warmed up to the name, so yeah. the great story behind the name.
oh, it's a nice name! now, would you mind telling us how old you are?thanks. im nineteen. i like how its still like teens- but i wish i could drink. which i do, when the popo arent around. dont tell anyone. oh, and my birthday is december eighteenth, by the way. dont forget my present.
really? you look much younger! well, let's get started. first off, what are you on this tour?im the lead vocalist for a false start.
oh! so how did you first get involved with batteries not included records?well, me and my band were playing a gig at a coffeeshop, and a lot of people were filing in to listen. i didnt really pay attention, but when we got offstage a man in a suit came over and gave me a business card. he told me to call him the next day and he'll fill me in on what was going on, and i called him. he basically said that he wanted to sign us up for the batteries not included tour. i talked it out with the band and we decided to do it.
oh gosh, really? all right, so, how are you enjoying it so far?its great. i love everything about the tour. the people, the freedom, the fans. i love to hear the fans screaming my name when we walk onstage, i love hearing them sing my lyrics out loud with me. its an amazing feeling.
that's great! so, what do you do in your free time when you are not working?reading poetry, drinking my favorite pink wine in the whole wide world (strawberry hill), smoking cigarettes, hitting clubs, hanging out with people on tour, writing music, reading books, playing video games. and so much more, but some of those things i can't say.
oh, i love some of those too! looks like we have alot in common.haha, sure we do. is that your way of hitting on me, darlin'?
so, how has your romantic past been?ahh. i was engaged once, even as young as i am. it was pretty fucking messy, and i'd rather not talk about the asswiping piece of shit. pardon my french.
and what about now? is that any better? any different?my love life's not very exciting at the moment.
oh, i see.. hmm... and, what would you say are your turn ons? do you have any turn offs?questions like this. no, i'm kidding. but yeahh, i have a lot of turn offs. some people say i'm kind of a bitch about what turns me off.
ooh, that's understandable, mhm. so, give us a bit of detail about yourself.i'm a pretty laid back person. i know how to have fun, and you can usually find me at a party somewhere. i'm very blunt, and if i have an issue with you, i will tell you, not beat around the bush. people call me a bitch, a whore, a fuckup, but i honestly don't really care. thanks or telling me things i already know. i've also been called moody. i'm the most random person in the world. i'll probably call you up one day and invite you to dress up like an indian and drink pink wine in my bathtub with me. which i have actually done before. its so much fun, i promise. i guess you could say i'm a flirt, and if i like someone, i make it kind of obvious. i'm very reserved about my past, and i dont like talking about it, and i wont talk about it with you or anyone else. i can be caring, but tough at the same time. love me?
mhmm. well you sound like a fun young woman. now, is there anything about your past?did you not hear what i just said? ahh. fuck. whatever. my dad's name was rogerson young, my mom's name was mary young. they fell in love when they were seventeen, and had been inseperable ever since, up until my mom died. of a brain aneurysm, when i was eight. i'm an only child, and my dad seemed to lose interest in me after my mom's death and threw himself into his work as a lawyer. i pretty much raised myself, and i hate being at home. so thats one of the reasons why i wanted to go on the tour so badly.
i'm afraid of ghosts, and home is full of them.
ahh.. all right, so. tell me some of the things you like.i like pink wine. partying. sex. kissing. smoking. hey, what rockstar doesn't? well, i'm not exactly a rockstar, but you get what i mean. i like poetry and reading, believe it or not. when i have time, i have a whole box full of books i havent read yet that i want to, and i sit down and read. ask anyone, i'm a freaking bookworm. people call me insane when i go lay in my bunk on the tour bus and curl up with a book instead of hitting the club with everyone else.
and what about dislikes?i cant stand stupid people. i can handle druggies, but i dont like them very much. i smoke cigarettes, and people say i'm going to die young from lung cancer, but i'd rather die a smartass by smoking cigarettes then die a dumbass by smoking weed. i can't stand ignorant people, even though i can be ignorant sometimes too. i hate people that are a lot like me, basically. i'm a huge hypocrite, sue me.
do you have any dirty little secrets you wanna share?i used to be engaged. i don't tell that to anyone that often. and i blame myself for what happened to my mom. repeat that to anyone, i'll kill you.
ooh, that is deeeeeep. well this interview is almost done, do you have anything else you want to say?"how will i ever get out of this labrinyth!" quote from the general in his labyrinth. best book ever.
so heyy, my name is hayley and i'm fifteen years old. i've been roleplaying for four years years roleplaying, so i think i am pretty damn good. so, my character stole the face of amanda mink, just thought you should know. oh, and also: take control of the world thanks for reading! oh, and below is my roleplay sample. :]
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alaska young was not a happy camper.
for one thing, she was almost out of cigarettes. which was a definite no bueno, because then she would have to call avery to go get her some more, and being able to even use the phone would take her at least a week, which means she should have made an appointment for it about a week ago, which made her unhappy some more by how stupid she was and how she should have thought about it first. she also wouldn’t mind an extra bottle of strawberry hill, her favorite type of pink wine. it was the best thing in the entire world, and alaska swears the happiest day of her life would be when she could get her own strawberry hill and cigarettes, and have her favorite book, the host, in her lap and she could just sit beside a lake and think and read and drink and smoke. all by herself. but while she was in here, do you think that its going to happen? no. all because her father didn’t want her home. and because the seventeen year old wasn’t old enough to get alcohol or cigarettes, which irritated her to no end. which is why she kept avery around.
avery and alaska grew up together. he was twenty-one and was absolutely head over heels in love with her, and alaska always thought that this was the place he should be, instead of the other way around. he was a sweet kid with a cute face- he didn’t need to spend his time on her. but he came and saw her almost every week, and he brought goodies from “the other side” as she referred to the town. she loved to see the look on the counselor and nurse’s faces when she walked down the hall from just seeing avery with a box of twinkies and a sixteen pack of soda. she knew what people have said about him, and her, and it pissed her off to no end. “is avery going to see that girl again? the one in the asylum?” “yes. i heard she has anger issues.” “she’s insane.” “maybe she’s into witchcraft, and that’s the only reason he goes to see her. she must have cast a spell on him.” “can you believe that bright young boy is in love with a girl locked up in the looneybin?” “what a shame.” yes, what a god damn freaking shame. but, she used what she had, and at the moment, it was avery.
alaska sat in one of the old, worn down pews in the dusty church. the setting sun was streaming in through the window, and she tried very hard not to look at the open spaces that were windows and doors, their covers and doors long gone. it made her nervous to be in such an open place, but that was just her ocd taking over. she was actually one of the most sane people here, but her father apparently didn’t want her crazy ass back home with him. she hated him for it, and she longed for the father she had once had when her mother was alive. her mother. she shivered, feeling a streak of despair race through her, she shook her head and took a deeper puff on the cigarette she was smoking, tasting the cancerous smoke as it drifted into her lungs. she had taken her chill-pills with her soda this morning, so the dust and the germs weren’t bothering her. yet.
she was smoking a cigarette and had her legs pulled up close to her chest. just because she wasn’t freaking out, didn’t mean she wasn’t uncomfortable. the dirt was everywhere, and not just in a literal sense. she sniffled slightly and took a harder puff on her cigarette. she was never a religious person, but it was peaceful here. she was surprised one of the satanists or pyrofreaks hadn’t burned it down yet. there was one standing statue there still that hadn’t fallen apart over age or something else, and it was jesus. she thought that it was pretty funny, that he was just standing there in all the ruins of the angel statues that were set up around him. maybe there really was a god. god forbid, the statue of his son fall over. alaska shook her head and killed the cigarette, then threw it on the floor, not caring whether or not it would hit something flammable and blow the place up, and squished it out with her black leather sandal.
alaska sighed and tucked her legs under her, indian-style. she had a small flask of vodka in her pocket, and she took it out and ran her thumb over the sleek, cool metal surface. believe it or not, she had actually found it in this church, the first time she had ever come here. she was curious and she went digging through some cabinets in the office part of the church where the priest’s courters were and found it. it had a cross on it and it was used for holy water, but there hadn’t been any in it when she found it and she washed it out about-literally- a hundred times before she decided to use it for her alcoholic beverages. and the nurses thought she was a religious nutcase now, but its better then them knowing what she actually had in there. she took a long swig, feeling the warm liquid slide down her throat and settle in her tummy felt wonderful. she smiled delightfully at it like it was an old friend and closed her eyes, inhaling the musky air and settling the flask into her lap, feeling the cold surface of it against her bare leg.