Post by nirvana adeline kennedy on Sept 30, 2008 22:28:37 GMT -5
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oh my, nirvana!
what's your name and age, babe?
nirvana adeline kennedy. my father was in a bit of a stoner stage when i was born, obsessed with kurt cobain and his lifestyle. somehow he managed to convince my mother to name me nirvana. i suppose i should thank him, otherwise my first name might be adeline. euch. adeline is my mother's mother's name, that's how i got stuck with that. and then kennedy is obviously my father's surname. in case you hadn't noticed, i'm not particularly french. i have the distinct pleasure of being seventeen years old. except you know, not.
i like mysterious people. you got any secrets?
i had an affair with my teacher and oh sweet jesus it was the hottest thing i've ever experienced. nothing will ever really come from it, especially since i'm only seventeen, but damn we were hot for each other.
you think you look
i'm pretty good looking, if i do say so myself. nothing special, but i can attract the boys - even if i don't have boobs and barely have an ass. i've got green eyes and brown hair. i'm actually really glad for my hair, because i could have inherited my father's red hair, which i would not have liked at all. instead i inherited his eyes, which i like. i tend to keep my hair really long, because that's the way i like it. most of the time it looks really unkempt because i can't be bothered to do anything with it. at least it's straight and unkempt, at least it looks intentional. uhm. i'm a skinny little fuck. i weigh like 100 pounds and i'm about five six. i have really longs legs, too. and i pretty much hate talking about the way i look so this fails.
got any distinguishing features?
i'm not particularly fond of tattoos and piercings on myself - although tattoos on guys are hot - so the only part of my body altered are my ears, which i have pierced twice. anywhere else is a big no. as for any other distinguishing features, i really don't know. some people say i have a very distinctive smile, though. as in, it's usually very awkward and makes my face look weird.
who do people say you look like?
people say i look like some willa holland chick. she was on the oc or something. i guess i'm flattered, she's fugging gorg.
what words describe you? maybe because opposites attract, y'know.
who you're talking to will tell you a whole bunch of things about me.
i'm a bitch. i've been called a whore. trashy, crude and blunt. i have what my mother calls a bad attitude. if i don't like you, you'll know it. i'm not one to act one way to your face and a different way behind your back. if i hate you, i'll be a bitch to your face and behind your back. and yeah, i'm not fucking ashamed of saying i'll tear you up behind your back. i told you i was a bitch. and i'm not above flirting with your boyfriend. if i think he's hot, i'll tell him that and i really don't give a shit about what you think about it. and yeah, i've kinda gotten around. but i'm not easy. i'm not one of those sluts who got out to clubs, get smashed and go home with some random guy. that's trashy. i know everyone i've slept with, thanks. i have some fucking standards.
on the other hand, i've heard from other people that i'm pretty frickin' rad. mostly the people i hang out with and that actually like me. i think i'm a pretty rad person, too. i like to have fun and all that stuff. and if i like you, you'll probably like me. i'm not a bitch to you if i like you. unless you really piss me off. which is pretty easily, actually. i have a really short temper. i've punched a few walls and broken a couple knuckles in my time. i think it'd be really cool if someone called me a tough bitch, but i've never gotten into a physical fight with another person. i frickin' wish, though. sometime soon. i'll pound some skank's face into the ground. that'd be fun.
as you can tell, i'm a little vulgar. i have a potty mouth, one that is very unbecoming according to my mother. it's not my fault, my habits were formed young. my father has a potty mouth as well and i've taken after him. it's the one thing that my mother absolutely cannot stand. when i was younger she would wash my mouth out with soap if she caught me cursing, but i'd do it again and not particularly care about getting soap in my mouth. eventually, she just gave up. just like she gave up trying to make me a perfect lady. i've been a bit of a disappointment to my mother, i'm afraid. i'd much rather go out drinking with the boys than go shopping with some girlfriends. but lately i've been trying to control my language. so far, it hasn't gone very well.
i'm not a feminine person. i like burping, drinking scotch, smoking from tobacco pipes and making ugly faces at people. doesn't exactly scream pristine little girl. i get along better with boys. they're more fun and more accepting. but pretty much, if you'll sit with me a drink wine out of the bottle and smoke or blaze, i'll love you. i like people with like minded interests.
habits can be kind of funny, don't you think?
i have a tendency to talk really fast and curse often. i bite my nails, shift my weight from side to side or light up when i'm nervous. sometimes i find it difficult to look people in the eye when i'm talking to them and instead choose to stare at their left ear. i play with any jewelery i wear constantly. i smoke, both weed and tobacco.
what're some of your likes and dislikes?
i like morning coffee, toasted bagels, jack johnson, driving in the quiet, writing pointless things on 'hello my name is' tags, playing the guitar, paint underneath her fingernails, tea, biographies, fresh canvases, new paintbrushes, reading the newspaper, cigarettes, cracking jokes, smoking weed, painting in white shirts, art galleries and shows, abstract thinkers, ken kesey, the seventies, bob dylan, wooden matches, the eagles, ethnic foods, thriller movies, the english countryside, new york, tobacco pipes, scotch, traveling, the smell of freshly cut grass, going shoeless, cursing, being cold, brain freezes, drinking ice in milk, public displays of affection, text messaging, stretching after waking up, cracking her back, bear hugs, making ugly faces, old western movies, going to shows, live music, going to sleep late, cold showers, midnight swims, long car drives, mid-afternoon naps, being tackled.
i do not like cats, art films, carbonated drinks, clingy people, slow internet connections, talk radio, watching the news, chick flicks, being told what to do, most authority figures, drinking from bottles/cans, runny ink, people being late, iPod headphones, mindless garbage, sleeping without covers, talking on the phone, paying her cell phone bill, david beckham, desserts, being underestimated, being overestimated, crisis, doing dishes, not being able to sleep, splinters, subscription cards in magazines, being woken up, wearing slippers, having cold feet, corny soap operas, grape flavoured things, fuzzy socks, big dogs, gum, hot coffee, thunderstorms, people who act dumb, cracking knuckles, watching soccer on tv, war movies.
you've got some weaknesses? you shouldn't tell me, i'll use it against you. you've got strengths, too?
my strength definitely lies in my art. i've been drawing and paint and sketching for as long as i can remember. i also have a passion for photography, and i think i do pretty well at it. i'm fairly good at talking to people. i am by no means shy. i'll go up and talk to anyone as long as they look interesting. my mother says i'm very good at making people angry or feel awkward. i know how to kill conversations pretty well, too.
my weakness would have to be.. almost everything else. i'm horrible at school. i just can't sit still long enough to pay attention and do well. which brings us to another weakness - i can't sit still. i fidget a lot. and i have the attention span of a gnat. something has to be really interesting for it to hold my attention for any period of time. i stop paying attention to things a lot, as well. i just zone out.
that's all i can really find in myself, although i'm sure you can easily pick out a few more flaws.
what are the main points of your lifetime?
most importantly, i was born on february second seventeen years ago. my father is an irish musician who you probably haven't heard of it, unless you were hanging out around a lot of pubs in the nineties. my mother is the daughter of a british politician. i don't really know how the met, nor do i really care. all i know is they met, got married and had me and my younger sister. and they're still happily married, which pretty much screws my chance of ever finding true love. you can't strike gold like that twice or something.
i spent most of my childhood in ireland. when i was about six my father got his act together and got an actual career that could support us. up unil then, we'd been living off my grandfather's money. he was a photographer for a travel magazine. during that time he wasn't around much. sometimes we would travel with him, but most of the time not. it interrupted school. but my mother wasn't happy being alone with my sister and i all the time. so when i was about ten, we moved back to england to be with my mother's family. we stayed there for awhile, and i started sketching a lot while we were in england. but our stay in england didn't last very long. i was twelve when my father stopped working for the travel magazine and was hired on as a fashion photographer.
we moved to france shortly after that. five years and we're still here. not much has changed drastically since we moved here. i grew up, my sister grew up, my mother opened up an art gallery. i'm now fluent in french and can usually cover up my accent when speaking it. although it's all around me, i actually hate french a lot. i much prefer speaking in english, just because i'm more comfortable with it. admittedly, i do love switching in and out of french and english in the middle of sentences. especially when i'm speaking to someone who isn't fluent in english. i just get a kick out of it.
anyways. i'm all grown up in my opinion - i think i've experienced all the 'adult' things you need to experience in life. i'm not a sheltered kid anymore. and when someone has done the kind of things that i've done - smoking pot, drinking, having sex - you can hardly call them a child. if only that meant i wouldn't have to go to school. i really despise school. i'm terrible at it and i just want to be done with it. i just want to get out and live the chic french style so many people dream about. i'll live on the streets of paris or something, become an artist. i don't need school for that. anyway, the only good thing about school was shagging my teacher.
the worst point of your life must have sucked, yeah?
the christmas my paternal grandfather died. i was very close to him, he was the one who encouraged me to draw if i enjoyed it - he was an artist himself. i was ten at the time, i think. it was just before we moved to live with my mother's parents. he had a heart attack a few days before christmas and died. i saw him after he died. i've been terrified of funerals ever since. the holidays are pretty hard on my father and me now.
but i guess the best time made up for it? it always does.
i don't think i could chose. my first time for anything, probably. the first time i got invited to be in a student art show, the first time i got drunk with friends. things like that. pinpointing an exact memory would not be an easy thing to do. there have been a lot of joyful memories in my life.
hi, i'm mag and i think i'm pretty fly. i've been around the block for fifteen years, but the roleplay scene's only been my thing for two years. i got over to this place through an ad on we've got unfinished business, so let's give them a shout out. oh, and by the way, i play just nirvana here too.
The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and young children were playing in the streets, enjoying their summer vacations. It was a beautiful day out... and Carling was bored out of her mind. Normally, Carling liked having the house to herself when her father was at the hospital, today she wasn't liking it too much. Everyone she knew had apparently forgotten how to answer their phones. The eighteen year old was alone, and for once in her life it was driving her up the wall. Summer days weren't supposed to be spent by yourself, sitting by your pool. Especially the summer before your freshman year of college. That was when you were supposed to be celebrating the fact you were done high school. That was when you were supposed to be getting shit-faced everyday before happy hour. Not that getting shit-faced had ever been Carling's style. Still, she would definitely prefer that to hanging out by herself.
There wasn't even a plus side to sunbathing out by the pool - Carling had a tan without even trying thanks to her Spanish background. In fact, if it wasn't for the SPF 150 she had on her at all times she probably wouldn't have been sitting outside in the first place. Sure, the vitamin D was good for the skin, but the UV rays weren't too good for battling skin cancer. Carling had a teacher once who had skin cancer, it hadn't been a pretty sight and the young girl definitely didn't want to end up look like that when she was older. It was then that Carling had began to obsess about wearing sunscreen whenever she was going to be outside for extended periods of time. Basically, it had come to this: whenever she went out, the sunscreen went on. She even carried a small bottle in her purse in case she needed to re-apply later. Some people made fun of her for her obsessive sunscreen behaviour, but Carling didn't care. At least she always smelled like sunshine.
Yawning, Carling sat up on her chaise, her gaze darting around the backyard for a moment. It was... silent. Her phone was silent, the neighbours were silent, there wasn't even the sound of the vacuum going inside the house to take away from the silence. That definitely wasn't going to do. After pulling her sunglasses off her face and dropping onto the long chaise, Carling rose to her feet. Music was definitely the answer to this problem. She had to options; she could run up to her room, grab her iPod and speakers and bring it back down, plug it in and probably blow out her speakers. Or, she could dash into the pull house, turn on the sound system and tune into the radio. Door number two seemed like the better option at this point - less to do, not as far to travel. So Carling scurried quickly across the patio to the guest house. Pulling open the double doors, she shivered as a wave of cool air from the air conditioned house hit her.
She was freezing in her bikini and wasted no time setting the stereo up. She flicked on the radio, tuned it to a station who didn't play completely awful music and routed the sound to the speakers outside. And, like a true pain in the ass teenager, she cranked the volume up a fair bit. As she stepped back outside, Carling was assaulted by the heat. Wooh. There was a huge difference in the temperature of the guest house and outside. It was slightly unpleasant. Sighing, Carling gathered her dark locks up in her hand and secured them into a ponytail using the elastic permanently on her wrist. Having her hair off the back of her neck was definitely a weight off her shoulders and made her feel automatically cooler. Apparently, that was one of the downfalls of having long hair. Sure, it looked good, but it was a pain in the ass in the heat. That would drive some to just cut it all off and go with that 'pixie' kind of hairstyle that seemed to be pretty popular these days. Carling was not one of those people.
Carling was getting antsy by this point. She was dying for some human contact. Early she had even resorted to helping the maid with her chores, just for something to do. But Carly was apparently too chatty for the woman and soon found herself banished from helping out. Grumbling to herself, annoyed by her desperation, Carling picked her cellphone up from the table beside the chaise and checked it for new messages. None. That was just dandy - she was being ignored by everybody her life. That was fan-freaking-tastic. Frustrated, Carling dropped her phone onto the chair and moved away. Now would be a good time to focus on the music playing on the radio. Now would be a good time to focus on anything other than her complete lack of social life at the moment. But Carling chose the music. Currently playing was some song that the brunette couldn't name, whining about lost love. That was typical. And then the DJ cut in... "Ladies and gents, you're listening to your local ninety nine point nine. I'm Mad Dog and that was Jordin Sparks with No Air. Keep tuned to nine nine point nine on your radio dial, where we'll be bringing you the soundtrack to your summer. And now here is Darlington's own, When She Was Good."
The eighteen year old cackled with laughter, as she did every time she heard her brother's band on the radio. There was just something so amusing and exhilarating, knowing that you knew every single person playing the song and that you saw the creation of the band, the start of it all. As Carling walked slowly around the edge of the pool, she started singing along with the track. Her happiness level was shooting up already. It was amazing how one song could change everything about your mood. Now all she needed was someone to entertain her and Carling might very well be the happiest little chica in Darlington. Maybe.
There wasn't even a plus side to sunbathing out by the pool - Carling had a tan without even trying thanks to her Spanish background. In fact, if it wasn't for the SPF 150 she had on her at all times she probably wouldn't have been sitting outside in the first place. Sure, the vitamin D was good for the skin, but the UV rays weren't too good for battling skin cancer. Carling had a teacher once who had skin cancer, it hadn't been a pretty sight and the young girl definitely didn't want to end up look like that when she was older. It was then that Carling had began to obsess about wearing sunscreen whenever she was going to be outside for extended periods of time. Basically, it had come to this: whenever she went out, the sunscreen went on. She even carried a small bottle in her purse in case she needed to re-apply later. Some people made fun of her for her obsessive sunscreen behaviour, but Carling didn't care. At least she always smelled like sunshine.
Yawning, Carling sat up on her chaise, her gaze darting around the backyard for a moment. It was... silent. Her phone was silent, the neighbours were silent, there wasn't even the sound of the vacuum going inside the house to take away from the silence. That definitely wasn't going to do. After pulling her sunglasses off her face and dropping onto the long chaise, Carling rose to her feet. Music was definitely the answer to this problem. She had to options; she could run up to her room, grab her iPod and speakers and bring it back down, plug it in and probably blow out her speakers. Or, she could dash into the pull house, turn on the sound system and tune into the radio. Door number two seemed like the better option at this point - less to do, not as far to travel. So Carling scurried quickly across the patio to the guest house. Pulling open the double doors, she shivered as a wave of cool air from the air conditioned house hit her.
She was freezing in her bikini and wasted no time setting the stereo up. She flicked on the radio, tuned it to a station who didn't play completely awful music and routed the sound to the speakers outside. And, like a true pain in the ass teenager, she cranked the volume up a fair bit. As she stepped back outside, Carling was assaulted by the heat. Wooh. There was a huge difference in the temperature of the guest house and outside. It was slightly unpleasant. Sighing, Carling gathered her dark locks up in her hand and secured them into a ponytail using the elastic permanently on her wrist. Having her hair off the back of her neck was definitely a weight off her shoulders and made her feel automatically cooler. Apparently, that was one of the downfalls of having long hair. Sure, it looked good, but it was a pain in the ass in the heat. That would drive some to just cut it all off and go with that 'pixie' kind of hairstyle that seemed to be pretty popular these days. Carling was not one of those people.
Carling was getting antsy by this point. She was dying for some human contact. Early she had even resorted to helping the maid with her chores, just for something to do. But Carly was apparently too chatty for the woman and soon found herself banished from helping out. Grumbling to herself, annoyed by her desperation, Carling picked her cellphone up from the table beside the chaise and checked it for new messages. None. That was just dandy - she was being ignored by everybody her life. That was fan-freaking-tastic. Frustrated, Carling dropped her phone onto the chair and moved away. Now would be a good time to focus on the music playing on the radio. Now would be a good time to focus on anything other than her complete lack of social life at the moment. But Carling chose the music. Currently playing was some song that the brunette couldn't name, whining about lost love. That was typical. And then the DJ cut in... "Ladies and gents, you're listening to your local ninety nine point nine. I'm Mad Dog and that was Jordin Sparks with No Air. Keep tuned to nine nine point nine on your radio dial, where we'll be bringing you the soundtrack to your summer. And now here is Darlington's own, When She Was Good."
The eighteen year old cackled with laughter, as she did every time she heard her brother's band on the radio. There was just something so amusing and exhilarating, knowing that you knew every single person playing the song and that you saw the creation of the band, the start of it all. As Carling walked slowly around the edge of the pool, she started singing along with the track. Her happiness level was shooting up already. It was amazing how one song could change everything about your mood. Now all she needed was someone to entertain her and Carling might very well be the happiest little chica in Darlington. Maybe.
