Post by rorilynn maeve chartrand on Mar 15, 2010 16:14:38 GMT -5
rorilynn maeve chartrand
so, let's start off with the basics. what's your name?"my name is rorilynn maeve chartrand, it's a tad french. but, most people call me rori. in fact, i highly suggest you call me that, because rorilynn is just far too proper for my liking. some people also call me roar, like a dinosaur would say, you know? but i'm generally not that picky on nicknames."
oh, it's a nice name! now, would you mind telling us how old you are?"i'm eighteen at the moment, but i'll be turning nineteen on august fifth! maybe you can bring me cakes, then? because i really enjoy cakes!"
really? you look much younger! well, let's get started. first off, what are you on this tour?"okay, so, here's the deal. i'm the rhythm guitarist and backing vocals of winter pursuit. i know, you absolutely adore us, i can understand why."
oh! so how did you first get involved with batteries not included records?"almost a year ago, we got signed to batteries not included records. it's honestly one of the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, and i'm pretty sure we deserved it, you know?"
oh gosh, really? all right, so, how are you enjoying it so far?"like i said before, one of the greatest things that's ever happened to me! it's so exhilerating to get to play on stage in front of thousands of people, and i love getting to meet people, as well! this whole experience has just been one hundred percent fabulous!"
that's great! so, what do you do in your free time when you are not working?"there are plenty of things that i like to do in my free time. i love partying, though. that's probably the main thing that i do, and though it's an unhealthy lifestyle, it's what i do best, aside from the stuff i do in the band. i like baking, and shopping for clothing and makeup and that. i do a lot of girly things, i suppose. but, i like to mess around on the computer and just write and those sorts of things, as well."
oh, i love some of those too! looks like we have alot in common."no you don't, you're just trying to find a scoop in there."
so, how has your romantic past been?"do i seriously have to tell you about this? this is honestly the most cliché of all the questions that you could have asked. but, if you must know, it's been pretty great. i've had a few boyfriends here and there, nothing too serious, for the most part. i try to keep guys off my mind a lot of the time, because i don't want to become one of those girls who depends on a guy. but, yeah, i've been with a few guys."
and what about now? is that any better? any different?"it's really none of your damn business, is it? i don't need a bunch of crazies following me around trying to get with me. i don't have time for relationships."
oh, i see.. hmm... and, what would you say are your turn ons? do you have any turn offs?"uhm, someone who knows how to treat a girl, i guess. someone versatile, and non judgemental. a person with a good head on their shoulders who can put up with my antics, and a person who knows how to have fun. great hair, nice eyes, tall. you know, the general stuff."
ooh, that's understandable, mhm. so, give us a bit of detail about yourself."well, some people, if not most, would tell you that i'm a complete diva. i know how to hold a grudge, and i won't lie about that. i've got a bad temper, too, and well, really? you're just getting annoying now, but i guess i have to keep answering, right? that's what i thought. i'm cocky as fuck, and it's not going to change - ever. ha. i'm outgoing, too, though. i love meeting new people, in all honesty, it's something i enjoy. someone told me once that i'm really enigmatic, and effervescent. i'm pretty tough, though, even for my small size, but can be sensitive to those who know me. mainly, though, i really just could give less of a fuck."
mhmm. well you sound like a fun young man/woman. now, is there anything about your past?"i don't talk to my family; simple as that. they're all assholes. my family now is basically the band. here's how it happened, so i was born and raised in ireland, and then one day, i met noah in a pub, and we just kind of hit it off. we drank together, clearly, and that's how our friendship sort of started off. anyways, we'd talked about how we both had this passion of music, so i kind of knew he was wanting a band and that. so, as time went on, things at home got really hectic, and noah and i were still keeping in touch. i ended up getting onto a plane to go just anywhere, and ended up in LA, where i called noah up for a place to stay. so he let me stay with him for a while, and i ended up getting the gig of playing guitar for them. really, the rest is just history."
ahh.. all right, so. tell me some of the things you like."more questions? seriously? just how well are you trying to get to know me! ugh. fine though. kay, so i like a hell of a lot of things. pointless things like big glasses, big hair, balloons hair dye and that just amuse me to no end. i love animals, because i'm a vegetarian. dressing up, because it makes me feel like a princess, which is sometimes nice. i like romance novels, because romance is a dead art, bubbles because it's childish, as well as hide and seek. i like to throw popcorn at people in movie theatres because they look hilarious when trying to find out where the hell it came from, and i like to stay up late, because hey, it's a lifestyle."
and what about dislikes?"i hate people who talk shit behind other people's backs. if i have something to say to someone, i'll say it to their face, no use hiding. early mornings are a bitch, and i can't deal with those. stalkers are annoying, clearly; ice skates hurt my feet, worms are disgusting, i don't like serious conversations, at all. blood makes me want to throw up, i'm extremely not down with that shit. meat is gross gross gross! young children irk me, sitting still drives me mad, and melted ice cream is horrible!"
do you have any dirty little secrets you wanna share?"really now? seriously? okay, well, i have a bit of a low self esteem problem, which caused an eating disorder, but really, don't tell. or i'll have your head on a platter."
ooh, that is deeeeeep. well this interview is almost done, do you have anything else you want to say?"just get lost. ha."
so heyy, my name is emilysu and i'm sixteen years old. i've been roleplaying for almost seven years roleplaying, so i think i am pretty damn good. so, my character stole the face of sarah i spy, 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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It was a cloudy day, and it was beginning to get cold. It was funny, how sometimes when a person is having a bad week, the weather seems to follow. It was starting to get cold, and the petite blonde was feeling cold hearted and stranded in a world of frost. Her mind was clouded over, keeping her from seeing things clearly. The weather seemed to be following in her footsteps, as it had become rainy, entirely reflecting the tears that were constantly running down her cheeks, as she looked in the mirror, trying to clean herself up so she wouldn't look like such a broken little girl.
The one thing she had wanted to do at that point in time was to get away from everyone. She was feeling low on her luck, and she was feeling like a slob and all those sorts of states, so the small girl had mumbled a few words to Lily about going to stay in a hotel room for a little while. The tour was paying for it, which was great, because the girl, who you will soon find to be Cherri Vinewicz, really needed to get away. It was so much easier for her. She could keep herself from crying for enough time to get over to the tour grounds, do the hair for the band, and then she could sneak back to the hotel, locking herself in her room with a carton of ice cream and a box of chocolates.
It wasn't a healthy state of being, because it was causing her to be some sort of a pessimist, and she wasn't usually like that. Cherri was generally an optimistic girl, unless she was going through a phase of depression. She'd been given pills for that, though; anti-depressants. Clearly, however, she'd stopped taking them because of the side effects that they'd had. It was difficult for her to take them, and yet, at the same time, even without them, she was still a little bit of a mess, because she was chemically imbalanced. That wasn't a fun thing, and she really didn't enjoy it all that much, but who would?
Cherri could have been an antsy girl, bobbing around, looking at things, and twiddling her thumbs. She could have had a nervous twitch or something, and she could have just wanted to scream because she was annoyed all the time. That was what the pills had caused, and without them, she was this depressed mess. Although, there were a lot of times where she really did seem like a regular, happy girl. Not that she was abnormal, but she seemed so much more like everyone else; not having any problems that could show on the surface and that type of thing.
Alas, Cherri had discontinued her use of said medication, because it wasn't making her feel well. She didn't like to be the kind of person to shove pills down her throat, mainly because she disagreed with the idea of pharmaceuticals. Sure, it was helping keep her depression in check, but it caused her a lot more problems that she'd had without them. So, she'd simply stopped taking them, and she was pretty much fine; until she got depressed.
She'd thought that Vegas was going to be great, but mostly, it was just crappy. Sure, there was a good point in time, where she and Mikey had got together, but, aside from that, she wasn't really happy with how it was all going. And, well, things with Andrew had gone to shit, but that will be explain more in a little bit. Basically, all her emotions were giving her mixed signals, and she was being jumbled up! Cherri was trying to get everything sorter out, but she was honestly just having a hard time with it all, and the people on the tour were bothering her!
If you've ever felt super strongly about someone, and had a friend who completely dissed that person, then you would completely understand how Cherri was feeling. Even her closest friends disliked Mikey. She was thinking a lot, though, in the past week, and things were rushing at her at full force. Did she really love Mikey? Or, was it just the idea of loving somebody that made her feel that she loved him? Maybe she was just hoping she would, which was why she put so much time into having a relationship with him.
Then, there was the whole Andrew situation. Everyone kept telling the poor girl that they belonged together, and while deep down she might have believed it, there was a part of her the would viciously deny him at any chance she got. There was a love/hate relationship at its best, because Cherri and Andrew were pretty much the poster boy and girl for that campaign. It was ridiculous, because really, they shouldn't hate one another. Neither of them could even really remember why they hated the other, so it was just causing bad karma and taking up a lot of energy.
Cherri was sitting on the bed of the hotel, wearing just a black pair of boy cut panties, and a black bra. She was not in a good mood at all. She'd decided to get in the tub at one point in time, but she was feeling extremely bad for herself. She'd held her head under the water, trying to stop her breathing, but stopped when her phone rang, and she had run to answer it. Her brother was calling her, asking about where she was, and she'd told him that she was staying in a hotel, because she was having trouble sleeping on the bus, so she had wanted a nice, comfortable bed to nap in. Hopefully, he wouldn't think anything more of the situation, and she just shrugged it off and hung up, telling him she'd call him later.
Anyways, when she was in the tub, and after her brother had called, she brigand to think. She was thinking about all the things that had been going on lately, with Andrew and such. She'd just figured out that Karmin was her sister - a triplet of hers and Jacek! Speaking of which, she hadn't even told her twin brother about that. It was just uncanny! But, she was also still thinking about the whole Andrew ordeal. She'd hurt him; badly. It was so bad that he'd gone and got smashed, and he ended up driving his car, totaling it, and breaking a rib. She never felt so bad about anything in her life!
While those were the main thoughts consuming her - the thoughts about Andrew - she was also worrying about being a bad person. Her mind would wander to Mikey, and what he would think if he ever knew, and how she might have just been leading him on. She'd known she had had to make a decision, and it was killing her. So, that was why she was lying in her bed, not doing anything but just starting at the blank television screen. She's grabbed the remote, however, and she'd turned it on, the volume at a moderate level.
Everything was moving in slow motion, her emotions overpowering her brain, and Cherri wasn't really sure what she was expected to do, because she was so fidgety and such. This was all eating at her, and she didn't want to put up with it anymore. Everything was just going wrong lately, and she wanted to crawl under the sheets and just not come out. So, she actually did that. She'd stayed there for an hour and a half, not moving, just breathing, letting the sweet, sweet air fill her lungs; the sound of the television was filtering through the blanket and running through her ear, swishing around in her head.
Enough was enough, though, she was tired and exhausted and just, done. Everyone she knew, she hurt. And she was going to keep hurting them as long as she lived. Cherri made her way out of the bed, over to the large bathroom of the room. She stared at herself in the mirror, looking down at the drawers. She'd placed a few personal objects in there, for hygiene. Pulling one of them open, she ripped open a package of disposable razors, grabbing one out. She started at it, moving it around in her hands, before her fingers ran over the edges. It didn't take long until her hands were struggling to rip off the covering, to get to the blades. It was a bit of a difficult task, but she was soon able to get it off. She kept ripping them off, until her fingers were bleeding, the red liquid staining the counter top.
This wasn't working, and she was giving up. Tossing the bits of razor away, she looked at the ground, sitting down. There had to be some way, some way of getting something sharp. Then, Cherri looked at the mirror. It was a rather large one, made up of four or five different pieces. It would be so, so easy to break that... It was wrong to think, because she was destroying property, but she wasn't entirely there. All these things, these motions she was making, were occurring in a planned out manner. It seemed like the girl was in a trance, just going along with the things that she was supposed to do. Picking up a bottle, Cherri tossed it at the mirror. In fact, she kept tossing things at the mirror, until one of the panels had completely shattered. Looking at it, she picked up a piece of the glass, her cut fingers stinging at the fragile edges, cutting into the skin.
Bringing the glass to her arm, she cut into it. There were several cuts, each one cutting deeper and deeper, along her arms. She had switched hands at one point, having to do it to the other arm, because of the stinging on her fingers. There were probably about twenty-three cuts in total, leading up and down her arms. Those were going to scar in an unpleasant way, as the ruby colour trickled from it, and she sat on the floor, looking down at her arms. Cherri then threw the glass across the room, tears falling from her eyes, down her cheeks, leaving droplets on the floor. This was going so slow, why couldn't time just stop? While she was feeling dizzy, from the lack of blood, it wasn't enough.
Stumbling, Cherri picked herself up from the floor, leading into the main area of the hotel room, leaving a trail of blood as she went. At one point, she fell against the wall, leaving a red print of her hand in the process. The blood was smeared on her body, until she collapsed on the floor. Cherri looked around the room, until her eyes landed on the curtains. There was a rope... A rope used to pull them open. They were closed, however, because Cherri had been trying to block the light. So, she walked over to it, taking about five minutes to actually figure out how to get the rope down, and another eight minutes actually removing the rope. She looked for somewhere to hang it, before finding a hook on the ceiling, probably once used to hold a canopy or something over top of the bed. Tying the rope, which took her a couple minutes, she figured out how to make something sort of like a noose, before she slipped it over her throat, tightening it some, and stepping off of the dresser, praying for her death to come quick, her body hanging as blood dripped from her limbs.
It would be a sight for whoever found her there, but Cherri left a note behind, stating the last things she had wanted to be known by the rest of humanity. It was placed on the bed, a drop of blood on the top right corner, contrasting against the black ink from the pen she'd used. It read:
"To whomever sees this,
I can't deal with this anymore... I'm tired of being a burden on everyone. I don't want to hurt Jacek anymore, and I don't want to hurt my family. My decision, well, it'll hurt a lot of people, but it's the best way I can think of to keep it from continuing after this all happens. I'm sorry to Mikey, because I know this is going to break his heart. I hope he knows that I love him, because I really do. Which is why I have to do this, and why I have to let him go, he'll be better without me, and he can find some lovely girl who can treat him like a proper boy, and not hurt him like I've been doing for so long. And I'm sorry to Karmin, because she's just found out we're sisters and all, but I really need to just... I need to get out. I'm so unhappy, and I just don't see the point in living when I'm causing everyone I love to be miserable... The one thing I did before this all, though, is that I made a decision. A very important decision. I know I've been horrible, but, I've realized now, that I love Andrew. I love him more than I've ever loved anyone. When I'm with him, I feel safe, and like I can actually, maybe, do good. But, apparently I've just hurt him more, so I need to not be here anymore, but I can't go home. I don't want to take medication anymore, and I don't want to be depressed. So, I'm taking myself away.
xo, Cherri.