HARTLEY, asher caden

[asher]

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

ASHER CADEN HARTLEY *

"so, i'm asher hartley, never heard of me? well that's not much of a surprise considering i'm far from being famous compared to a lot of people on this tour. i work backstage, as the hair and make-up girl for back to the dead, which given that it's a band consisting of five guys isn't the most demanding of jobs. hell most of the time i'm trying to cover up black eyes and making them look alive after a heavy night drinking. plus their pretty typical lads so they don't exactly wear much make-up. now before you start going on about how hard it must be to be on tour with a bunch of guys just give up now because i love my job and wouldn't change it for the world.

it's not as hard as you think keeping up with the lads, i know full well that i'll never be able to drink any of them under the table or beat them in a fist fight, but i can laugh at their crude jokes and point out a girl with a nice ass just like any boy can. it'll take you five minutes of knowing me to find out that i'm not exactly feminine. i don't go around with legs hairier than a yeti's or anything like that, but i don't act like most girls are expected too. there's nothing wrong with getting drunk, swearing and objectifying members of the opposite (or same sex) as far as i'm concerned, it's all just a of fun and what's the harm in fun.

don't get me wrong, i do have some girlie qualities, i have to i'm a hair and make-up artist for christ sake. though i suppose that all lies in my love for making things beautiful, i could never paint or write stories or anything so i turned my hand to work with a human canvas. fortunately for me i was good enough to get into college for make-up and well when an opportunity to work with back to the dead came up i jumped on it. most people who were on my course dreamt of working with people like madonna and lady gaga, i would much rather work with these boys because all though they don't really appreciate the art of make-up i don't have to do anything extravagent or fake looking, i really just tend to work on their natural beauty.

i've never been a shy person, i think even as a little girl i was the sort to just go up and introduce myself to people, it did often end up in my mum dragging me away from people who i was scarring a little. now i'm just that rather loud girl with the bad mouth and the bad temper. oh yeah i forgot to say, i'm pretty evil if you piss me off, and not just in a bitchy way. i'm the sort of person who will punch you in the face or choke you out for upsetting me or my friends. oh and i'd happily burn all of your underwear because that's just pretty damn funny, well i think so at least.

don't get me wrong, i don't just go around starting fights with everybody and anybody, in fact i can be a pretty nice person, or so i like to think. you'd have to ask my friends on that one. though the fact i have friends should hopefully convince you i'm not just a major bitch who walks around sulking and hating everyone. i actually really enjoy just to muck around, take the piss and have a laugh, it's just at the same time i have absolutely no problem telling you to shut your fucking mouth if you won't stop talking crap. or if your voice is really high pitched because that's just annoying and painful on the poor old ear drums."

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'

hi there, i'm leigh and i'm eighteen from scotland, so that's GMT. here's my roleplay sample, it's 803 words:)

having been locked up in solitary confinement for a week or two the hunger was starting to take over maggie's mind. most people would have risked the cafeteria if they were starving, for maggie it was a different kind of hunger that would explain her presence in the dark and damp basement of ashwick sanitorium. the moment the guards had let her out of confinement she'd made straight for the common room and found the most fragile and gullible person she could. as far as she was concerned the guards wouldn't miss one nutter, hell they probably wouldn't notice the quiet ones were missing until it came to therapy or medication time. plus it's not like anyone in here was worth anything anyway, they were all stuck there just getting by until they died, so she would just hurry up the process and get her fill at the same time. so having lured a quiet little thing, with only just enough meat on their bones to be of any interest anyway, into the basement she'd managed to strangle them quite easily and set about devouring their flesh. personally maggie usually hated eating her meat straight of the bone, it was so uncivilised, but she was starving and the staff would hardly let her drag the body of a patient into the kitchen and cook it to perfection. maggie was quite the superb cook when she set her hand to it, and she was convinced the majority of people in the sanitorium would rather her selection of cuisine made with human flesh to the garbage that was served usually -cannibal or not-.

her fingers clawed at the flesh of the now dead patients side, her nails had been cut suitably short by the staff but she would much rather scratch away until she caught hold of some skin than to start attacking with her teeth. once she'd managed to make a cut with her nails it was much easier to tear the skin off the body and she could get to work with feeding. finally ripping a small area of flesh off she nibbled on it delicately enjoying the taste of blood and meat in her mouth. after being fed on a diet of water, pills and something that she couldn't really put a label on she was in heaven, despite being in the most disgusting and dark area of the sanitorium. the dark would probably serve her well in the end, it was hard to see anything down there, let alone the small girl devouring the body of a fellow patient. with her hands covered in blood, and it spreading over her clothes and face as she further continued to claw away it was going to be quite obvious what she had been doing when she finally surfaced from the depths of the basement. chances are she would be locked up again for some time, which she honestly could not stand the thought of but for now she was happy in her depravity.

most people would never venture into the disgusting basement, maggie on the other hand did not care about what she found down there. although she wasn't quite so frightening for the most part when threatened or upset she could certainly handle themselves, and msot people were afraid of her on principle. if you had even a shread of sanity left in your body you would generally be afraid of someone quite willing to eat you. fortunately for maggie's social life the majority of the people in deadwood didn't even know the meaning of sanity let alone possess an ounce of it. to top it off cannibalism was practically just an alternative lifestyle choice, a bit like being a vegetarian so she really wasn't that scary unless you were one of the more jumpy of crazed idiots that the sanitorium held. still she was pretty sure that if any other psycho was down here she'd be able to hold them off long enough to escape up the stairs, and then she could blame the blood on the attack. now that was a good plan, instead of surfacing to be locked up in solitary for a month she would wait for some volatile little fuck to come and try to hurt her at which point she'd run up the stairs screaming about how some mad man had attacked her. hopefully they wouldn't go searching about the basement because then they'd find her corpse and click on that she was lying. her fingers returned to clawing at the now cold flesh hoping to peel away some more skin. at the same time she began gnawing at her own arm, figuring if she was going to pretend she had been attacked she'd need some marks. right now she could really have used a knife and fork.

thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you

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