ARMENTROUT, gavin dante

[gavin dante armentrout]

CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now

GAVIN DANTE ARMENTROUT *

"yoo. i'm gavin dante armentrout. nineteen years fucking young. you can call me whatever you like. call me gin, but anything else and i just might have to beat your face to a fucking pulp. sometimes i get comments saying that i look like paul griffiths. whoever he is. i took up the job as the photographer for the band, steroid runaway. i like it, since i can fuck about with a camera and never get in trouble like i did at home.

i'm a pretty laid back person. and i don't care much for other people's opinion on myself. it's just.. stupid how worked up people get about others talking crap and it's just ugh. a big mess really. i don't know personal bubbles. i love touching and being close with my friends. i tell all my friends that i love them frequently. i think i crave attention.

i also don't like listening when people tell me i can't. i'll almost always try to prove them wrong. i can get extremely competitive with people too, which ends up in some sort of verbal argument. i don't mean to be so competitive, but the adrenaline rush that happens when you're so into the task at hand is addicting. you can just call me one of those adrenaline junkies, yeah? i'm also not very good at making friends. i mean, i can befriend them, i just can't.. keep them around long enough. i can also get pretty hyper when i'm running on zero energy or those energy drinks. i'm also the kind of person people like running to with their problems. i'm just a human tissue to my close friends, i don't mind. i hate seeing them upset and i'd do anything to keep them happy. sometimes i sabotage myself in the process of making said friends happy. just a weird quirk i have, you know? i love laughing and i like making others laugh.

sometimes i'll pull a few harmless pranks here and there, but nothing too much. i'm also extremely verbal about my thoughts. i hate lying to people, so i'm usually speaking my mind about anything. i want to be as honest as possible when i'm around my friends.. i'm also really talkative, when i want to be. i'm also terribly rude sometimes when it comes to listening to adult figures. but anyway, i'm getting off topic. ah, that's another thing, i'm really scatterbrained at times. so to remedy that, i sometimes stick post-its to my chest and in my pockets. sometimes i don't find them right when i need them, but other times i can find random sticky notes and notes all over my person when i don't even need it. it's fucking insane. i also like to cuddle, a lot. this leads to me being extremely clingy. i like to hold hands and just stick to my friends' sides and stuff.

not my fucking fault, i just like being in the company of people. it's not a crime i guess. i'm also kind of an obsessive person. i will absolutely fawn over you, someone else or something. it's just something i do. ahh, i have a lot of likes too and they're all so varying, you know? but my favorite things are pretty much random and odd that they're together. some of these things are; video games, shooting stars, photography, italian food, eyeliner, tigers, pastries, boys, reading, music, game boy colors, the piano, taking cold showers, staying up late, watching the stars, circuses, acrobatics, cuddling, collarbones, sleeping, the sound of the ocean, fashion magazines, lavender, music, eyeliner, the smell of fresh sugar cookies, cake batter, holding hands, artsy stuff, antiques, clocks, fireflies, glow sticks, coloring books, and crayons.

i also sort of follow people around. i don't mean to, it's just something that keeps me from going insane with boredom. it's a wonder my mom hasn't gotten me checked out for some sort of attention disorder.. don't tell her i said that. she might actually go through with that. i'm also extremely loyal. seriously. i'm secretly afraid of being abandoned by my friends and stuff and so i make sure i'm extremely loyal or else they'd leave me. i'm a great secret keeper too. though i don't share my secrets with my friends, not even the close ones. you have to show me you're worthy of my trust. and if you break it, i'll probably break your neck. got it? i have a low self esteem, which is why i wear such bright colors. most of the time it looks like i don't give two shits, but really, i take whatever comment to heart. it sucks actually that i do such a thing. i sometimes spend nights just staring at myself, wondering what the fuck is wrong with me. pah, emo much? oh yeah, sometimes i can be a bit vulgar at times. i don't mean to, it just slips out at times. just ignore me if i spew something disgusting or some weird-ass bullshit.

and shit fuck, my love life is pretty much nonexistent. i'm not very good at romance, never was. i was always awkward around anyone who caught my eye. in high school though, i did have a couple of relationships, both girls and boys. they weren't all that great, my formers weren't the ones i could keep my attention on. but really, i can't see myself saying i'm attracted to "genders" per se. i'm more of one of those.. personality people. you kinda have to intrigue me enough to the point i want to pursue you. i'm not going to immediately shun you if you have a dick or a vagina, you know? i guess what i'm trying to say is i'm pansexual and i like personality over the whole male/female thing. wow, i'm kind of confusing when it comes to romance.. fuuuuck.

mm, something about my past would probably be cool, than listening to me blather about pointless shit about me, huh? well.. my mom, adele, was the kind of woman who wouldn't let anything stop her. if she wanted eight kids, then so be it. nothing could prevent her from having the kids. jackson, my dad, wasn't stopping her. he loved her way too much to deny her the huge family she had always wanted. so, i was the youngest and last of the children mom and dad had. everything in the house ended up in utter chaos sooner or later, 'cause there were multiple kids of varying ages running around, in and out of the house constantly.

mom was a successful pediatric doctor, and dad was also the best surgeon in georgia. this meant that my family was extremely well off. we never had to worry about much in the way of the bills or lacking money for our family to splurge on. all of my siblings enjoyed spending mom and dad's money, all of them except me. growing up, i was the only one who held a job. whether it be mowing the lawn, babysitting, newspaper routes, or dog walking which i despised with a passion, i was making my own money. i hated that my siblings always depended on my parents for money. my mom and dad were pretty confused as to why i hated depending on them. so in high school, i was already making more money than most. high school was okay. you know, the usual. i knew some kids in high school who were starting a band. pretty sweet thing they were needing someone who knew what the hell they were doing with a camera. and so like, i was recruted as their unoffical, and now offical, photographer. pretty fucking sweet actually."

I COULD USE A

dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'

yo. i'm caaaam, or cam. i'm fifteen and i've been roleplaying for like, eight years. i live in the central time zone cause i'm cool like that. uuh. it's my first charrie anddd it's live or die. yeah? let's get to a sample of mah skillzzzzz. /dork

blinking his brown colored eyes curiously at the girl in front of him, zane watched as she continued her fit. she seemed so upset at whatever made her upset. he hoped that being her friend would help lots. and being just a little bit on the selfish side, he hoped she'd agree with him the house was too pretty to be crying and screaming in. zane also hoped she'd be his friend. he didn't want to be around that mistress lady something or another. she scared him just a tad, with her elegance and sophisticated ways of dress. it wasn't that he disliked the style of clothing, he just hated the way she layered him in piles of clothes that she expected that he wear around all day in the manor.

he could remember first coming to the doll house, way back then. zane had somehow gotten his hands on extra money from the bank account his mom set up for college and hitched it to london. he was in awe the first few days, then he realized he should've probably thought things through. he should've found a place to stay, and he sort of did. he just saw the doll house, in all of its intricate and beautiful glory. it was just sitting there and zane just had to check it out. he met the mistress maron, she talked to him and he decided to stay.

once he agreed to staying, she tried to get him into some fancy clothing. zane absolutely disagreed and pitched a fit, which ended up with him being forced into the clothes. it didn't last long, since he just tore them off and hid them away somewhere. he just switched into his more comfortable clothes instead. and that started the constant tug of war zane and the maron dished out on each other. well, more like zane running away like a madman, screaming that there was no way in hell he'd wear such frilly items. he guessed the mistress got.. fed up with it? or was it because she was amused at his fighting her orders? he didn't know.

zane did know that the girl that he stumbled upon was slowing in her tantrum. he watched as her eyes met his and immediately quieted as he spoke up. "no…i'm not okay." "my father left me here…i don't know what to do! i'm ever so lost and my family hates me and i don't understand why…." eyes widening at the girl's voice and explanation zane scooted closer to her, a worried gleam catching in his eyes. the poor thing! lost and her family hates her? that wasn't right at all.

"that's terrible! i'm sure your family means well and.. uh... stuff, you know?" zane tilted his head thoughtfully as he fished for the right words to the girl's family dilemma, "they might just.. erm.. you're not lost! you're here in mistress maron's doll house, in the entrance hall! at least, i think it's the entrance hall.. hopefully it's the entrance hall.. i'm... not quite sure.." trailing off, zane placed a narrow finger on his lip in thought. was it the entrance hall? he wasn't quite listening when (the maron's butler was it?) gave him a tour. maybe he should've listened better.. oh well!

"i guess you could say it's pretty…but. i feel like there's something wrong too…" "how long have you been here? does that woman really take care of us? dress us up and feed us and let us live here? that's what daddy said…" smiling at the girl, zane tilted his head even further to the side. something.. wrong with the place? well, there was that creepy aura the maron had, but zane felt that way around most adults. but the way the maron acted was kind of creepy. and off. so maybe there was something weird about the doll house. but zane wasn't complaining. much. it kept him away from riley and his constant harsh words, so it was fine with him.

"me? i don't think i've been here long. i don't keep track though.. so maybe a week or two? i'm sorry.. oh! i might have something that i wrote down and dated that i could look at!" excitedly nodding his head, zane dug about in his hoodie's pockets. he obviously didn't pull out his bouncy ball, but more sticky notes that he had discarded into that particular hoodie previously. he pulled out pink, yellow, blue, and green sticky notes, all with writing on them. zane flipped through them before frowning. nope, not one of the sticky notes he had wrote on had any dates.

silly zane then. he should probably try to write dates down then. huh. stuffing the notes back into his pockets, zane looked up at the girl before he answered the rest of her questions. "the mistress maron does whatever she wants i guess.. i mean, it is her house she's letting us live in. so i'd imagine she'd be able to dress us up however she pleases. except those frilly, fancy things never did do it for me. i immediately took everything off and hid it away someplace. she wasn't too pleased, but ahh.. i don't care. she's not going to tell me what i'm going to wear all the time." finishing his tirade, zane pouted.

he really didn't like the maron trying to tell him to dress up and such. he really didn't. thus, his constant attempts to thwart her ideas that he would look absolutely dashing in a victorian era outfit. no way jose. he wasn't going to get into something like that. he quite enjoyed his bright colors and hoodies thank you very much. looking up at the blonde girl's face, zane smiled brightly. "I don't think i've ever made a friend so fast in my life…." "I'm angelette. though most people call me angel." eyes sparkling with excitement zane stretched his lips further into a grin. that was a really pretty name.

"nice to meet you angel! i would... introduce myself, but.. i already did.." trailing off slightly, zane was curious when angel sat up quickly without warning and poked the pocket on zane's hoodie with the bouncy ball in it. blinking and looking down, zane tilted his head. "what d'you have there…?" meeting angel's eyes, zane smiled bigger, if possible. he pulled out the colored ball and held it out to her. "a really neat bouncy ball!" he answered cheerily, before the smile on his face faded at the wince she gave.

she seemed to dislike the way the clothes were placed on her. well, with all those frills and frumpy stuff, zane couldn't imagine anyone being able to stand that. "i hate clothing…." "what's the point of them?" blinking, zane tilted his head as he gripped the bouncy ball in his outstretched hand. huh. what was the point of clothes again? to well, clothe ones personal bits he guessed. but other than that, everyone seemed to be so.. uppity about their clothing. zane never really thought about that. eyes glazing somewhat over at his intense mental conversation about clothing, he didn't notice angel tug at her clothes with nimble fingers.

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this application was made by two birds. of caution. steal and her hoard of zombies will come and eat your brains.