DEAN, crystal olivia

[crystal]

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

CRYSTAL OLIVIA DEAN *

Umm, alright. My name's Crystal. Just Crystal. Don't even try anything else, alright? I'm nineteen, and I'm here as a roadie for Intergalactic Confederacy. To be completely honest, I haven't really been involved with the band for long. One of my friends have known the guys for a while, and after I told her how much I wanted to tour, she helped me land a job. It's cool, though. I don't have any huge problems with anyone on the bus, and I'm actually becoming really close with some of them. I really didn't come here to make new friends or anything, though. I haven't exactly told anyone, but I'm trying to get back with my old boyfriend, Phineas. We were dating for three years, but I ended up fucking everything up and I'm determined to fix it.

Pretty much, I was an asshole and cheated on him. Yeah, it was wrong, but I know how much of a mistake it was now. I just...I don't know. Pretty much, I grew up as the fat chick. You know, the one that constantly get picks on, even if she was the sweetest girl in the world? Which I was, by the way. Yeah, that was me, and it hurt. I didn't grow up having a lot of friends, and whenever I did make some, they ended up leaving me for some stupid reason later on. By the time I reached middle school, I was fed up. I mean, all I did was sit there and be nice to everyone, even if I didn't fucking want to, and I got shit for it. I wanted respect, and so I forced myself to lose weight. I tried tons of different diets, and exercised like crazy. It took a while, but eventually, it all paid off.

By the time I reached high school, I was no longer the fat chick. In fact, I was pretty skinny. Instead of being made fun of, I got tons of compliments. I mean, some people even told me I looked like Amanda Hendrick. I've never seen her before, but I heard she's a model or something, so I'm taking it as a compliment. Anyways, I finally started to gain confidence, and it was nice. It didn't feel like I was forced to say nice things to be liked. I could finally speak my mind without getting some fat joke shot back at me. A lot of people claimed that I was turning into a bitch, and maybe I am one now, but I don't even care. Anyways, things started to get better. I started to get attention from guys, and even know I got tons of shit about being a slut, I ended up having sex with a lot of them. I guess I was so into the positive attention I was getting, I never really thought of settling down. Well, not until I met Phineas.

Phin...Phineas made me feel things I had never felt before. Though the attention I was getting from other guys was nice, they never made me feel beautiful like he had. Every time I talked to him, I felt myself falling for him more and more. Finally, we started going out, and eventually, I fell in love. I mean, what do you expect? We dated for three years. We'd probably still be together if I hadn't fucked everything up. You see, even though I was perfectly happy with our relationship, and I had been faithful in the beginning, I started to feel lonely. Not like he wasn't around enough lonely. Just...a lack of attention. I sort of missed getting attention from tons of guys. I mean, yeah, I had Phin, but that was just one, ya know? So, I ended up cheating on him...a couple of times. And I have no idea how the hell he found out, but he did, and eventually...he broke up with me. Right before this tour, in fact.

It didn't bother me this much at first. I mean, I was upset, but I was just kind of like, 'Fuck it; there's plenty of other guys.' And there are tons of them, but...they're not him. I tried calling him, but he never answered. I know he's mad, but I figure if I can talk to him, he'll take me back. I mean, we we're together three years. I just...don't want that gone. He always brought out the best of me. So, I knew about him managing his sisters band or whatever, and found out they were on this tour. I knew I had to find a way to get on it, and even though it was a bitch to do, I finally did. I just need to talk to him, and I'm determined to get him back, no matter what it calls for. If there's one thing I can be, it's stubborn, and when I get my mind set on something, I don't stop.

Umm, anyways, more about me. Like I said earlier, I can be a bitch. I just can't stand a lot of people, and I have no issue telling them what I think. If you're obnoxious, I'll tell you to shut up. If you're ugly, I'll let you know. I especially hate people who stare at me. I can't fucking stand that. I'm not a bitch to everyone, though. Just annoying people. Or people that are one to me. I don't take shit from others. I like smoking. I like drinking. I like drugs. Yeah, I do all of that shit. Sometimes hardcore stuff, too, but I'm not addicted or anything. It's just fun, and I don't really care what the fuck you think. I love joking around. I live for drawing and designing. If I had actually listened to my parents and went to school, it'd be for the arts, but I'm not really into that. To be honest, I've always wanted to be an interior designer or a tattoo artist. You'd be able to tell if you ever saw any of my drawing books. I have tons of them. But yeah. That's sort of me, I guess.

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'

what's up? i'm cecilia. i'm sixteen and part of the eastern time zone. my only other character on this site is victoria ray daniels, and you can catch a roleplay sample on her app. oh, and it's live or die.

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

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