Post by LARKEN MARION WHITE on Mar 8, 2012 18:20:48 GMT -5
band member | lead guitarist | everyone dies alone
LARKEN MARION WHITE
hey, you! yeah, i'm talking to you. wake the hell up! good.
welcome to ocean beach hospital for the clinically insane. it is
mandatory that you fill out this paperwork. yes, all of it. why?
because we doggone said so, that's why! now take a seat and
please be quiet. i said be quiet!
hey, you! yeah, i'm talking to you. wake the hell up! good.
welcome to ocean beach hospital for the clinically insane. it is
mandatory that you fill out this paperwork. yes, all of it. why?
because we doggone said so, that's why! now take a seat and
please be quiet. i said be quiet!
CALIFORNIA HERE WE COME,
RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED FROM.
[/color][/font][/center]RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED FROM.
NOW THAT WE KNOW YOUR NAME, IS THERE ANYTHING YOU WOULD PREFER TO BE CALLED?
"Lark. I don't really appreciate my first name...seems almost to...peppy?"
I HAVE TO ASK: MALE, FEMALE, OR SOMETHING IN BETWEEN?
"Female...of course."
GOOD, I WAS STARTING TO WORRY. NOW, HOW OLD ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"I'm 21, what's it to ya? April 5th is the date I came into this wonderful world. I do believe I'm the textbook Aries girl. "
WELL, YOU LOOK YOUNG FOR YOUR AGE. HOW DO YOU STAY IN SHAPE?
"great green globs of greasy grimy gopher guts, mutilated monkey meat, bloody baby birdies feet...two big eyeballs swimming in a pool of blood...eat em' without a spoon....I dare ya. "
OH, I'LL HAVE TO TRY THAT. MOVING ON: YOUR HAIR, IS THAT YOUR NATURAL COLOR?
"Yes cause blue hair is absolutely the most natural thing on the planet. What the hell do you think? I'm naturally a blonde, though keeping it black and blue with very few blonde seems to be my style."
DON'T MEAN TO BE A PEST BUT, HOW TALL ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"Five foot and seven inches. "
I WOULD NEVER HAVE CONSIDERED THAT GEORGE CLOONEY MIGHT BE GAY. WHAT ABOUT YOU?
"George Clooney is a man beast. He's not gay...and neither am I. I float the straight boat...though I can say I might be bi-curious....might."
OH REALLY? WELL, WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT. EVER BEEN SAILING?
"Actually...yes I've been sailing. When I was younger, my picture perfect parents loved to sail and I was always with. Truth be told, I still kind of like it. The water is nice to be around. All in all though, I do like wandering around in the dark, breaking into places...taking risks that might just kill me. You only live once (;"
WELL THEN, WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?
"Spare time? When I'm not hooking up with a guy, rocking out on guitar, or bitching some chick out...I'm high. Can't help it. "
DON'T WORRY, THIS IS ALL CONFIDENTIAL. GO AHEAD, TELL US WHAT YOU ENJOY.
"What I enjoy? It's an easier question to ask what I don't enjoy...but seeing as that's next...I'll just answer this one the way you expect me to...sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll. Water, rain. Oddly enough...I do enjoy some peace and quiet."
WHAT ABOUT SOMETHING THAT GETS ON YOUR NERVES?
"bitchy good for nothing chicks. It seems they talk to much and just bring the rest of the gender down by trying to stick up for what "we" are. I also hate small dogs. They yap. Not a big fan of the color pink either. Haha. Shocker right?"
I'LL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT. SO, ARE YOU GOOD AT ANYTHING?
"I'm not sure it's a strength but I like to be risky. Taking a chance won't hurt all the time...and I'm one to go for it. I'm also a stone wall when it comes to my emotions, I seem to be able to hold back that saddness and help others before myself. "
THAT'S INTERESTING, NOW WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
"If you see it like the rest of the world...my risk taking is a risk. But in my eyes...I seem to have some huge problem with being in love...and it's not how you think. I want committment....and that's the problem. Perhaps another weakness is...I hold everything in...and when I vent...it get's messy. "
I BET I CAN BEAT YOU IN A THUMB WRESTLE AND HOLD MY BREATHE LONGER THAN YOU AT THE SAME TIME.
"I bet I can break your thumb blind folded, holding my breath, all while having sex with your brother...and if you have no brother....father? hahaha. "
YOU MUST THINK I'M CRAZY. OH WELL, SAY, WHAT KIND OF QUALITIES DO YOU LIKE IN A SPOUSE?
"I want them to love me, and have feelings that they can share. But I want them strong, almost overpowering and ego filled. But I'll break that ego...somehow. "
OH, I GUESS I'M NOT YOUR TYPE THEN, EH? WELL, WHAT DO YOU FIND UNATTRACTIVE IN A PERSON?
"Wimpy kids. Nuff said."
FINE, BE LIKE THAT. I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYWAYS.
"Touche."
OK, WE'RE GONNA PLAY A GAME. I'M GOING TO ASK SOME SIMPLE QUESTIONS, AND YOUR GOING TO SAY THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND, OK?
"Go for it batman."
FAVORITE FOOD?
"Food is food...let me at it."
FAVORITE MOVIE?
"Im' really not sure...I do love movies. "
FAVORITE BAND/ARTIST?
"I don't play favorites."
FAVORITE MUSIC GENRE?
"Anything not pop, country, or influenced with some little half naked barbie doll. "
FAVORITE DRINK?
"Tea. Chai tea."
FAVORITE SPICE GIRL?
"dead spice"
FAVORITE TV SHOW?
"when I was a kid....angry beavers....or catdog. "
FAVORITE HOLIDAY AND SEASON?
"I have to pick a holiday? No thanks...but i love fall or autumn. Whatever floats your boat. "
FAVORITE WORD?
"Ditto, dude."
FAVORITE FAMOUS DEAD PERSON?
"Too many dead people. Not enough living. "
FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?
"To be exact....3:26 am"
FAVORITE COLOR?
"white,...that or red"
FAVORITE BOOK?
"i could tell you i don't read...but i might be lying...or maybe i'm not. "
FAVORITE TOY?
"iPhone. love it. "
WELL, WASN'T THAT FUN? ON TO THE SERIOUS SHIT. TELL ME A BIT ABOUT YOURSELF.
"pushy. maybe a bit arrogant. I can come off bitchy. I'm independent though I need a significant other. I'm talkative though I can give the silent treatment quite easily. Opinionated. Strong willed. Risky. "
MHMM, AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?
"Dad's some big wig somewhere...he left, I didn't grow up to his standards. Mom is off with some dude she is cheating on dad with...they both knows but nobody cares. I have a sister...she's perfection....to the parents. "
VERY INTERESTING. SO HOW DID YOU END UP IN OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA?
"I...grew up here. "
RIGHT ON, MY FRIEND. SO, CAN YOU TELL US WHAT WAS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
"Stealing then next door neighbor's car. It was joyous. Adrenaline rush..."
HOW, LOVELY. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR WORST MEMORY?
"The day I was shoved into a dress. I'm not one to wear dresses....screw em. "
NOW, JUST WONDERING. WHAT RELIGION ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"I'm not extremely religious...at all."
WHAT SORT OF CAREER WILL YOU GO INTO THEN?
"I tattoo...but more important I'm lead guitar of Everyone Dies Alone."
WHAT HAPPENED TO BE YOUR FIRST WORDS?
"turquoise. though it was more...turtoise than anything."
OMGWTFBBQ?!? WELL, LOOK AT THAT. I'VE NEVER SEEN A GENIE ACTUALLY COME OUT OF THE BOTTLE. WHAT ARE YOUR THREE WISHES?
"Money. Another chance at life(after death of course). The perfect somebody, well....maybe being able to the goddess of guitar."
WOW, WASN'T THAT FASCINATING?
"nope. go fuck a duck."
SO, YOU, UH, WITH ANYBODY AT THE PRESENT MOMENT?
"nobody...yay?"
WELL, YOU WANNA GO OUT SOME TIME? WHERE CAN I TAKE YA?
"honestly...anywhere but a fancy restaurant. "
HEY, IF YOUR NOT BUSY FRIDAY...WANNA GO OUT?
"depends....do you? "
ALRIGHT, COOL. THIS INTERVIEW IS COMING TO AN END. ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TELL US?
"Play guitar...and then sleep. Lots of sleep. "
THIS FAKE INTERVIEWER DUDE GUY WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN FIVE SECONDS.
"I....have a large dog. He's...invisible. Just kidding! "
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ON THE STEREO,
LISTEN AS WE GO,
DRIVING DOWN THE 101.
HALLUCINATE has been trying to escape this doggone planet for almostEIGHTEEN years,
but they've found themselves stuck in the vortex of role playing for SIX years.
too bad. we could have busted them out if they didn't live all the way in
the CENTRAL timezone. you can always reach them at PM. and we'll need
to see some proof that you're a GIRL. yep, pull down those pants.
ok, well, i'll just take your paperwork and be going:
LISTEN AS WE GO,
DRIVING DOWN THE 101.
HALLUCINATE has been trying to escape this doggone planet for almostEIGHTEEN years,
but they've found themselves stuck in the vortex of role playing for SIX years.
too bad. we could have busted them out if they didn't live all the way in
the CENTRAL timezone. you can always reach them at PM. and we'll need
to see some proof that you're a GIRL. yep, pull down those pants.
ok, well, i'll just take your paperwork and be going:
(from a warriors site 
Haven't RP'd humans foreverrrr)
His tan pelt fluffed around his neck like the very animal his mother had named him for. In more ways than one, he had measured up to his name and proved his worthiness to the clan. As a young tom he had already shown that he was indeed ready to be a warrior of Thunderclan. An experienced hunter with a stature to draw in all the she-cats, Lionpaw found himself with choices that not many apprentices got to make. Caught between two best friends was something he found rather fulfilling. He knew his father would be proud, as he himself was. As he had always been. Many said his ego was too big...though he had always had a reason to have the ego he housed. He was a strong clan born tom, with handsome features and a respectable personality. Unlike that of Blazingpaw.
Lionpaw's deep brown eyes settled on the ginger tom as he pulled away from the group. Didn't he know he could be killed that way? Walking with the two she-cats, the tan tom heard Blazingpaw's voice ring ahead of them. "Trying to get yourself killed Blazingpaw? " Lion's voice was confident...somewhat caring...but only because of the she-cats on either side of him. His tail flicked lightly, touching Silverpaw's fur as he pulled it back. His eyes found themselves staring at her briefly before taking in the bright sun. He had been so caught up in the cats around him that he had forgotten to look around him and enjoy what he lived in.
Thunderclan had always been a home. The trees, all the beauty it housed. Though right now the four apprentices were on the soft beach. The sand was warming from the rays of sun, as it's bright light delicately caressed the small grains. Much of the sand could blend with his hue, the colors nearing the same...bonding the tom to the land in such a personal way. The sky above was a bright blue...breathing and enjoying the lack of fluffy clouds. It gave freedom to everything. Prey was beginning to run in higher numbers and kits were to be born into the wonderful world of the clans. They were all clan born kits...all pure blood...unlike Blazingpaw. He had watched the tom stare at Silverpaw for seconds, minutes...too long. He had no business staring at such a beautiful creature. Lionpaw was protective over the young female, the one he wished to have...to call his own. Though is seemed that everybody around them was working against this idea. Blazingpaw liked Silverpaw and Acornpaw seemed to like...well Lionpaw himself. So many obstacles for such a simple idea.
His thoughts were interrupted by Acornpaw speaking...and directing her words to him. "A perfect day to be accompanied by such beautiful she-cats, though by Blazingpaw I'm unsure of. " He laughed lightly, letting his gaze move back to Silverpaw and a grin to form on his face. Both she-cats were of course beautiful...if was just that Silverpaw was the one he fancied, and Acornpaw would not distract him...not yet.
Haven't RP'd humans foreverrrr)His tan pelt fluffed around his neck like the very animal his mother had named him for. In more ways than one, he had measured up to his name and proved his worthiness to the clan. As a young tom he had already shown that he was indeed ready to be a warrior of Thunderclan. An experienced hunter with a stature to draw in all the she-cats, Lionpaw found himself with choices that not many apprentices got to make. Caught between two best friends was something he found rather fulfilling. He knew his father would be proud, as he himself was. As he had always been. Many said his ego was too big...though he had always had a reason to have the ego he housed. He was a strong clan born tom, with handsome features and a respectable personality. Unlike that of Blazingpaw.
Lionpaw's deep brown eyes settled on the ginger tom as he pulled away from the group. Didn't he know he could be killed that way? Walking with the two she-cats, the tan tom heard Blazingpaw's voice ring ahead of them. "Trying to get yourself killed Blazingpaw? " Lion's voice was confident...somewhat caring...but only because of the she-cats on either side of him. His tail flicked lightly, touching Silverpaw's fur as he pulled it back. His eyes found themselves staring at her briefly before taking in the bright sun. He had been so caught up in the cats around him that he had forgotten to look around him and enjoy what he lived in.
Thunderclan had always been a home. The trees, all the beauty it housed. Though right now the four apprentices were on the soft beach. The sand was warming from the rays of sun, as it's bright light delicately caressed the small grains. Much of the sand could blend with his hue, the colors nearing the same...bonding the tom to the land in such a personal way. The sky above was a bright blue...breathing and enjoying the lack of fluffy clouds. It gave freedom to everything. Prey was beginning to run in higher numbers and kits were to be born into the wonderful world of the clans. They were all clan born kits...all pure blood...unlike Blazingpaw. He had watched the tom stare at Silverpaw for seconds, minutes...too long. He had no business staring at such a beautiful creature. Lionpaw was protective over the young female, the one he wished to have...to call his own. Though is seemed that everybody around them was working against this idea. Blazingpaw liked Silverpaw and Acornpaw seemed to like...well Lionpaw himself. So many obstacles for such a simple idea.
His thoughts were interrupted by Acornpaw speaking...and directing her words to him. "A perfect day to be accompanied by such beautiful she-cats, though by Blazingpaw I'm unsure of. " He laughed lightly, letting his gaze move back to Silverpaw and a grin to form on his face. Both she-cats were of course beautiful...if was just that Silverpaw was the one he fancied, and Acornpaw would not distract him...not yet.
CALIFORNIA HERE WE COME,
RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED FROM.
say hold up, wait a minute. let me put some pimpin' in
it! yep, that's right, this sexy application template was made
by yours truly: CHRISS a.k.a. LENNY GOT LAID ?! @
CAUTION 2.0. yeah, see those fawesome lyrics? that be
california by none other than phantom planet. and by the way,
if you happen to remove this little credit, i'll sned vampires
after you in the night to rip out your jugular. and they won't
be as sexy as you think the cullens are. uh-huh.
RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED FROM.
say hold up, wait a minute. let me put some pimpin' in
it! yep, that's right, this sexy application template was made
by yours truly: CHRISS a.k.a. LENNY GOT LAID ?! @
CAUTION 2.0. yeah, see those fawesome lyrics? that be
california by none other than phantom planet. and by the way,
if you happen to remove this little credit, i'll sned vampires
after you in the night to rip out your jugular. and they won't
be as sexy as you think the cullens are. uh-huh.
