robinson, lenni elise

[lennerd]

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

LENNI ELISE ROBINSON *

Hey there! My name's Lenni and I'm twenty-three years young, even though most people would argue that I have the mind and attention span of a twelve year old. I'm totally not going to try to deny that, because it's probably really, really true. I was born on Valentine's Day and I grew up in Orlando, where I met the guys from Dream or Die. I work as their manager and it’s the best job ever. Kay, thanks. My parents are Chelsea and Daniel, and I have an older brother named Tyler. We all get along really well and family is extremely important to me. See, I didn’t always have a family – at least not in the conventional sense. I was adopted into the Robinson family when I was four years old and it’s pretty much the only thing I’m really sensitive about. The rest of the family is blonde and tall and gorgeous, so I always stuck out like a sore thumb and it made for some horrible tormenting in high school. But hey, now I’m getting ahead of myself. I was always a pretty good kid and in the first grade I started piano lessons. My teacher, Mrs. Hawthorne, decided I was a bit of a handful when she caught me trying to feed peanuts to her goldfish. They looked hungry! I love animals and I wish I could adopt a panda bear, but I think that's illegal in the States, which totally sucks. But it's all good, because I have two really cute, really big dogs; Toby and Casey. My family is pretty well off and they live in a nice house by the beach, but they’re all really down to earth, I swear. So am I. I rarely get to see that house though, cause I’m away from home for most of the year and when I am home, I live in my own apartment, about an hour from my parents’ place. It’s not that I wouldn’t want to live with them, I just enjoy my independence.

So yeah, like I said, I was born on Valentine's Day, which to be completely honest is kind of lame, because I think it's a silly and pointless holiday. And no, I'm not saying that because I'm single. I just think it’s stupid to need a day to tell someone you love them. Love should happen every day. Maybe that makes me sound like a hippie, but I don’t really care. I love the world, and everyone in it. I’ve been that way for as long as I can remember. Hate is not a word that exists in my vocabulary and I have an extremely motherly tendency that has followed my through my early years as a pianist, my teenage years as a comic book artist, and now, my early twenties as a manager. I love the boys in my band. They’re like my best friends, children, and brothers and I would do anything for them. Absolutely anything.

I think I throw a lot of people for a loop when I first meet them. I mean, I am a whole lot of personality packed into a tiny little 5'5 package. I can be slightly off the wall and immature and if I could choose one word to describe myself it would be bubbly. Or maybe hyper. Maybe even manic on somedays, but let's forget about that one. I make funny faces at people I know in the hallways and get along with practically everyone under the sun. I've had a teddy bear named Freddy - after the Nightmare on Elm Street guy - since I was six years old and Tye made me watch it with him. Talking is something I almost never stop doing. In fact, sometimes I talk so fast that my words get jumbled up and I end up saying six different things at once, which would be embarrassing, but I'm pretty sure I've got no shame complex and I tend to embarrass people accidentally, even if my heart is in the right place all of the time.

I've pretty much got a heart of gold and I find it physically impossible to hate anyone. Like I said, that word doesn't exist in my life. Maybe I'll quietly dislike you if you're an awful person, but I'm far too nice to ever confront you about it. I may seem like a pushover or like my head is in the clouds, but I assure you, neither of these is true. I can defend myself and I will never, ever let myself be pushed around or walked all over because I have self-respect and I love myself. I've been victim to a fair few rumours, but I shrug them off, because to be honest, life's too short to let drama rule the world. I'm a pretty big nerd and I believe in peace. I wear feathers in my hair and have a few too many tattoos - according to my grandpa. But my parents are cool, especially my dad. They don't mind. My bucket list is a mile and a half long and I don't believe in the words "You can't", because I can do anything I set my mind to.

I laugh at everything and even though I can dish out dirty jokes as good as the next guy, I always get sort of awkward when it comes down to real intimacy. I'm a huge geek and a hell of a lot more than meets the eye. I love comic books, guns, and slasher flicks. I have a really overbearing side, which could be seen as really annoying. I just tend to worry about the people I love a little too much. I have a major superhero mentality and a messiah complex. I want to save the world, and I think it's going to kill me.

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 there, I’m Vee and I’m 26. I live in Toronto, which I believe means I’m in the central time zone. Uh, I like Batman and I’ve been RP-ing for like, two years? I’m bad at keeping track of time though, you know how it is. As for a sample...

Quietly, Addison drummed her fingertips across the surface of the table she sat at, waiting patiently with a small smile set firmly on her lips. Her sneaker-clad left foot did the same, counting out sets of four beats as she played back a song in her head. In hindsight, agreeing to come for ice cream with Ben was probably not something she would have done without a great deal of thought and she blamed her somewhat rash decision on the fact that her sweet tooth had been close to unbearable lately. From an outsider’s perspective, Addison was certain she looked like a normal teenage girl tapping out a beat to her favourite song. It was a fair presumption to make, but if one were to look closely, they would surely spot the faint shaking in her hand as her fingers hit the table with repetitive perfection. She was nervous, as was usual for her. The morning had progressed in its usual routine; wake up, throw something together for breakfast, take pills, avoid people. But then she had signed on to that damn chat and ended up landing herself a friendly date with Ben. Again, there was really nothing wrong with her crew mater, but it was just the idea of getting stuck one on one with someone that sent her stomach into knots. She had never been particularly good at speaking with people. What if she said something wrong?

Addison closed her eyes and swallowed her fears, pushing that smile even further on her lips, determined to make it real rather than an act. A long, calming breath escaped her nostrils slowly. As long as she kept her lips sealed and a tight lid on conversation topics, everything would work out. Pushing a stray piece of hair away from her face, Addison’s eyes wandered to the little bells set above the door of the shop, willing them to ring, signaling Ben’s arrival. She really didn’t like waiting here alone. For as much as Addison appreciated independence and not being bothered, seclusion in public places made her a little irritated. It was a vulnerability thing. She just felt exposed and in the open, a feeling she had grown accustomed to since that thing with her dad.

In her mind, Addison quickly shifted gears. That was the last thing she needed to think about right now. Giving herself a panic attack was not on her high list of priorities so she forced herself to think of something else. Ice cream. She was in an ice cream parlour. What flavor would she get once it came time to order? Dragging her eyes away from the bells over the door, Addison let herself think about what she felt like. Maybe something with chocolate and peanut butter. Or something fruity. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips as her mind reeled with dozens of different ice cream flavours.

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