CARTER, ransom iris

[ransom]

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

RANSOM IRIS CARTER *

"uhhh.. hello everyone! my name is ransom, i was born on june sixteenth and i am the sixteen year old lead singer for spirit bound but i can also play guitar, and i've survived a lot more than people give me credit for.

most of my whole life, people have told me i was a bit of a space case. i tend to look around and forget to listen to people, and when people are talking to me or something, i don't usually understand. i ask lots of clarifying questions, and i'm never really paying attention. i usually always have this blank stare on my face, everyone is always wondering what's going on up there. generally, my mind wanders all day every day. the only person that can ever keep me on topic would be del, my sister. she prompts me and all that jazz, otherwise i would be completely lost. i would probably lose my head if it wasn't attached so well.

(now, most people assume that because ransom tends to be pretty lazy and spacey, that she's stupid. but she's not. i she just pretends to be, so that people don't get quite so upset with her when she makes a mistake. she's been doing this since she was so young, she doesn't even realize she's doing it anymore. she liked it better that way, though, because then people underestimate her and her abilities to get someone to fuck them up and understand what they're saying.)

i believe just about everything i'm told. i remember times when people do that just to mess with me. i know it doesn't look like i'm capable of remembering much, but i really do. along with this gullible thing, i'm extremely easily persuaded. if it wasn't for my siblings and the guys, i probably wouldn't be half as safe as i am. i follow people and do what other people tell me to do. i always have, though. unless i'm upset. then i'm probably one of the most stubborn people you've ever met, but that's only on the rare occasion i'm upset. it doesn't happen often, so i won't go into detail about that. because that's useless information.

believe it or not, i'm really loving. i'm kind of like a suction cup to people, if you understand what i mean. i have really bad separation anxiety because of my childhood and being torn apart from my sister for so long when i was younger. she and i are like super glued together. we play together, eat together. our bunks are the closest in the whole bus. she stands up for me and i give it my best at trying to stand up for her. granted, i'm not the best fighter, considering i can't come up with good comebacks quickly, so she usually does the most protecting. it doesn't matter, right? the thought that counts? i would give anything to keep my sister safe, even if it meant giving up my own life.

most people blame it on my spaciness, but i tend to be really accident prone. i'm always tripping and stumbling because i get easily distracted. i don't usually pay a whole bunch of attention as to where i'm going. most people would guess i was blind if they didn't know better. i'm followed by trails of mess and destruction. i swear it's not my fault, though! i don't mean to, it's accidents. i trip over everything, even my own two feet. my balance is always sort of off because i'm slightly deaf in one ear, but shh. nobody knows that. nobody needs to know that.

i'm extremely overprotected by my brothers, sister, and the other guys. it's crazy, but i love it, almost. unless i'm trying to do something. then it's annoying. but other than that, i love everyone being over protective of me, because it stops me from doing stupid things and making stupid decisions, not to mention it's awfully hard to hurt me when i have everyone surrounding me all the time. i like that. my sister and i are attached at the hip, and she's always been the stronger between us two. that's completely fine with me, though. i'm just the little quiet one in the background that nobody messes with. who wouldn't enjoy that?

now enough about my personality; i'm a pretty boring person. i guess i'll talk about what made me that way.

i was born on the sixteenth of june to two...surprisingly loving parents. at least, they were back then. i have one older brother, and if it seems like he's really over protective of me, that's because he is. most everyone i know is. anyways, i was born five minutes after my older twin sister, deliverance, but i call her del. she and i have been attached at the hip. we were inseparable even as babies. if we were separated for too long, we'd both start wailing, or at least that was what mom said. that, and we always matched. and when i say always, i mean always. and when i say matched, i mean that we had the same outfits in different colors.

as we grew older, our inseparableness got worse and worse. sure, we could go a day or so, but pretty soon del would start becoming a problem child and i would get anxiety. it's pretty simple if you think about it. it caused a lot of trouble between our parents because they didn't want to be stranded with us alone, so they were constantly pushed closer together than they wanted to be, which was starting to take a toll on their marriage, but we didn't see that.. we never really got a chance to. but seriously, we would never be caught without each other. del would kick people's butt's when they were mean to me, and i would give an honest attempt at kicking the butt's of people who picked on her. but frankly, del has always been the stronger, smarter one of us.

we were around four when our parents got a divorce, not that we really understood what was happening. i mean, we were four. i'm seventeen and i still don't quite understand what happened. anyways, our parents virtually ended up on opposite sides of the country. they split us up like we were food or something. my mom got deliverance, and i got stuck with dad. then they passed our brother off every other year. it was probably worse for him. but anyways, he would always share stories about him and del. i got really dependent on him, considering dad was barely ever home. those years he was there, he practically raised me. he taught me how to cook the little things. when i was around ten, he spent the whole year teaching me how to play the guitar.

around the age of thirteen, i learned that my father was in a secret drug deal. great, right? that's why he was never home, he was always out dealing and doing drugs. mm, anyways.. i had to put up with him for about a year or so, because he started losing and they replaced him easily. so, he was spending more time at home. even better. turns out, he was an abusive drunkard, not that it really mattered what he was. so yeah, i pretty much had to drop school for a year and forget everything besides cleaning, cooking, and playing guitar. that's what i did, too. and thank god it didn't last a long time.

around our fourteenth birthday, my dad was busted for the drugs and for child abuse, but mom didn't press charges against him. i don't blame her, he was in enough trouble already. but, i got to move back with del and my brother. which was nice. nobody ever told them what dad did, but i don't mind. they worry about me too much already, they don't need to worry anymore. i'm not like, traumatized by it or anything. i just deal with it and stuff. it doesn't eat me up inside or anything. i just wish i could tell them. but i know i have to keep it to myself.

not long after i had to start going to group counseling and stuff and i met this other kid who had a problem similar to mine and we just hit it off. we even went to the same school and had a lot of the same classes. we were best friends and we started doing this club after school, guitar club. we met these other guys and they were interested in making a band with us because they had heard we were looking to start it. one of them tracked down one of their friends which played the drums and the rest is history.

now, if you don't mind. i have tasks i need to accomplish. (:"

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'

hey guys! my names alyssa and i'm an admin around this little site. i've been roleplaying for around two years now and i'm sixteen years old, but i'll be seventeen on october twenty fifth. i live in washington state, which is the pacific time zone, which is gmt -8. other than gideon i play kalyn, gideon, ryland, and mason. here's an example of my work.

amanda smirked to herself as she logged off of the computer, jumping up out of her chair happily. she wasn't only trying to have sex with zane because she needed to get laid, but also because she was just amazing and knew that the whore was like, in love with him. she had seen the way her face lit up when the girl heard his voice and it made her giggle internally, now that she was getting the chance to sleep with him. she'd rub it in the girl's face eventually, it wouldn't take too much and nobody put it past her. she was out to hurt the girl any way she could, mostly because she was always all over zui's soon-to-be boyfriend, and that never flew well with the best friend. never ever. if murder wasn't illegal, the girl would've been thrown under the bus a long time ago. literally, thrown under a bus. there would probably some stupid search party searching for the dumb skank and she would just sit in her bus giggling with zui, because that's what they thought of the girl. she would've thrown a yay-storms-gone party with hers and zui's bands and they would've partied all night long, doing more than she should've. zui was her best friend, she'd take a bullet for her and give up her life if it meant that zui could have the best life ever. she was that kind of a person, so zui's enemies where her enemies, and her enemies were zui's enemies. they had been best friends since they met, last year on the same tour. neither of them had been fond of other people, though people were starting to drop dead and bands were quitting, which made her worry about herself slightly. she knew she was a bitch, but what about zui? zui would go before she did.

she shook those thoughts away from herself and stood up. she had to get dressed then go clean zane's bus and sleep with him. then she would make a stop at theatre of robot's bus to talk to zui and make sure she wasn't breaking anything, and because she knew that zoozoo would want to know. she needed something to do, and zane fit her standards. behind all his hair, he was pretty damn good looking, even with the makeup. she was sure a lot of girls out there would kill to sleep with him, though amanda wasn't anywhere near that desperate. if he had been joking, she would've gotten dressed and skipped off to find someone who wanted her, because to be honest, a lot of people wanted her in their bed. she had big boobs, a small waist, and a full ass; an hour glass shape, and she was damn proud of it and showed it off. most of the guys on tour had slept with her, except the ones that were younger than her, because then she felt like a pedophile. well..only when they looked younger than her. she knew zane was younger than her, but he didn't look it, really. he seemed like he was the same age as her, not older or younger. of course not older. his hair was long, longer than she normally would've dealt with if he didn't have more pros than cons. she was sure people had mistaken him as a girl from behind at least once or twice, which, she had to admit, would've been funny to witness. she giggled, imagining someone walking up to him and asking him out, only to realize that he was male and not female. she probably would've cracked up and laughed for days. she probably would've taunted the poor kid for days, too, and never would've forgotten or let him forget.

the blond wandered over to her small suitcase, opening it with a frown. of course she didn't get closet space, her sister used both of their space, which wasn't all that surprising to her or her band mates. her sister was the diva and she was the whore, but they all knew and accepted that. the only time amanda ever looked even remotely normal was on stage, when she resorted to jeans and a t-shirt for comfort instead of her mico-miniature skirts and see through shirts. the only person who ever really confronted her about it was her sister, and it was starting to get annoying, considering the girl had been stupid enough to let pictures of her half naked leak. now, amanda knew that there were pictures of her bare, but she liked it that way. she didn't mind people seeing her almost completely exposed, or completely exposed for that matter. it usually just made people want to sleep with her more, and part of her was surprised that she wasn't pregnant yet, considering she never really mentioned condoms or any sort of protection. she wasn't on the pill and she never brought male protection. it was almost as if she was asking to get pregnant, so she could get rid of it, she supposed is what people thought would happen. though, they were wrong. if she got pregnant, she would quit her band and become a real parent, though she knew that she would end up either alone or on tour as a tag-along for the father. she shuddered at the thought, but she couldn't give sex up. it was all she knew besides breathing and drumming. she didn't know how to pull herself away from it, it wasn't like she didn't have endless opportunities, on a tour with mostly men and with a lot of male fans completely attracted to her. she could sleep with almost anyone she wanted to.

amanda dug into her bag, pulling out a pair of matching panties and bra. zebra striped with pink lining. they were probably one of the more expensive parts of her wardrobe. she liked to look like she had the money to at least buy nice undergarments, which most people didn't. she cared what she looked like, always. all her underwear and bras had matches. it was slutty and such, but she didn't care what other bitches thought of her. she would know when it got out of hand, and it hadn't yet. she also pulled out an extremely short, hot pink dress, smiling to herself. this was her outfit today, and probably some heels. it would be fun, she was sure. he looked like he had some experience from the pictures she'd seen, and from when she'd observed him onstage. she smiled to herself and locked herself in the back room of her bus, tearing her clothes off. she was only wearing baggy pajama bottoms and a tight tanktop. boy short boxer underwear and no bra. she could see someone stop and stare through the window and leaned over, her breasts hanging out all over the place smiling down at him before shutting the blinds. she clipped her bra into place and pulled the thong up her legs, looking over her tattoos in the mirror for a second, sighing to herself. quickly, she pulled the dress over her body, it barely covered her butt. she gave a satisfied nod of her head, rushing into the bathroom with a brush. she combed through her long bleached blond locks, smlinging to herself as she ran the flat iron through it, her fingers fidgetting. she looked like a whore by the looks of her clothing, but her face was plain. she hated herself without makeup.

quickly, the girl picked up her foundation, dabbing some of it in the right places and watching as it blended into her skin, then took her cover up in her hands, swirling a little makeup brush around, letting the powder sprinkle all over her face, working it into her skin. her skin looks flawless now, but her eyes looked dull and uncolorful, which was never okay to her. she opened her liquid eyeliner, making dark lines on the top of her eyelid, extending it just outside of her lashes, screwing the top back on. her stick eyeliner was in her hands within seconds, laying a thick layer of black against her bottom eye lashes, she blinked in the mirror for a second, closing her eyeliner and picking up her mascara. she let the black liquid enlongate her lashes, blinking again before putting clear lip gloss over her lips. she was one of her better days, she looked good. she looked the way she wanted to and with another nod into the mirror and an unsure falter of her lips, she went back out to her suitcase, putting her pajamas back in, zipping it up. she quickly scribbled out a note saying not to worry about her and all that jazz before letting her shoes slip onto her feet. her shoes made her a whole four inches taller, making her five foot five inches. she bent down, clipping the buckles into place, walking over to the door. she was finally feeling pretty and was ready to go, easily walking down the steps and across the gravel, smirking to herself. most people wondered how she walked so easily on this kind of ground with that kind of heel, but she was more than used to it by now. it was something she had learned to do since the year before. this was her second year on the nineteen stars tour, her band had been one of the five that had been asked to come back the year before, and hopefully this year would be the year they would be signed at the end of the year, but that really had nothing to do with what she was about to do.

she searched for i make scenes burn's bus and a smile pressed against her lips. she knocked lightly and stepped back, her hip popped out a tad bit, waiting for him to come to the door, humming one of the bands songs to herself. it was one of zui's. "storm, stand up and recieve this award. i am pleased to pronounce you a whore. storm, you're such a disease, you're the queen of the sleaze. rule the world from your knees." the words were singing themselves in her head and the bars buzzing in her throat. she loved that song and had been one of the people to help her friend write the song. it was fun and sounded great. as long as the words weren't leaving her mouth, though, she was good..because she was about to meet storm's "brother". she didn't think they were related, but it didn't really matter. even if they were, storm still had some weird ass attraction to him. she could tell, and she was about to break all the little girl's dreams.

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