MARKS, joey maribel.

[JOEY MARIBEL MARKS,]

MARKS, joey m a r i b e l

neon lynxie -- joey maribel marks

whats that in your head?
"a simple melody".

name: Cel
age: 18
roleplaying experience: A while
roleplaying sample:

It was just another night at the club. Or at least, that's what Melrose had thought it would be. She had gone out drinking pretty much every night since Alex had been gone and had woken up the next morning not knowing what had happened the night before. It was nice to dull her mind for a little bit, and when it wore off she would just go back the next day and do it all over again. The band hadn't been too pleased with her lately but she didn't really care. As long as she was insensitive to the pain she knew would surely come if she was sober, then she was a happy camper.

She hadn't brought her car that night, or for the past few nights. She took a cab there and back because she knew she'd be drunk off her ass by the end of the night and didn't feel like wrapping her expensive car around a pole anytime soon. Exiting the cab she winked at the driver and tipped him. "See you later, doll," she said with a small chuckle. She sauntered into the club, instantly getting looks and compliments sent her way. She smirked. Just another night.

She walked up to the bar and ordered a drink, sitting down. The club was packed that night and she smirked again. She flirted with a lot of guys but never had sex with any of them, and tonight had brought a lot of fresh meat onto the scene. Her drink arrived and she smiled at the bartender, thanking her. She swiveled in her seat and crossed her legs. Upon moments of surveying the scene she found four potential guys she could dance with. She smirked and sipped her drink. She stood up to go walk over to one of them when she heard something shocking.

It was Alex's name. At first she thought it was someone else but as she looked up on the stage there he was standing there, taking in the crazy hype from the crowd. Mel stopped dead in her tracks and stared. Was that really him, or was it all just in her mind? She blinked a few times to make sure she wasn't just seeing things. She wasn't. It was really him.

She moved back to the bar and drank the rest of her alcohol in one sip, ordering another. Just when she thought she was finally getting over him, he was here. All the feelings for him came back and she couldn't drink any faster. She sat there, her back turned to the stage as his show went on. He was amazing but she resisted the urge to turn around and bust open the skull of every single girl gawking at him.

The show ended and she decided that she'd go say hi. You know, like old friends. She had one more drink before her courage was built up enough. She sent a few smiles and smirks to various people, and even to one of the bodyguards that guarded the entrance to the backstage. Melrose glanced around and found who she was looking for instantly. She wondered if he'd recognize her; she hadn't worn that much makeup that night, going for a slight natural look. She walked up to a group that consisted of him and a few others. "Hi Alex," she said, forcing a smile.

when you think things are getting better
"remember we're best friends for never".

full name: Joey Maribel Marks
nickname: Jo, Jojo, J
age: Twenty
band, position: Going Out In Style, vocals
sexual orientation: Straight
hometown: Ann Arbor, Michigan

this is the way out!
"this is my home now".

how did you get here: I grew up in Ann Arbor, Michigan, to a rather wealthy family. My dad and mom were both lawyers and we lived in a really good neighborhood - a neighborhood I was never in much. I didn't like being home. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents, but they just didn't understand me most of the time. They thought I was mentally disabled because I didn't dress the way my sister did, always wearing skirts and dresses and stuff. But that's neither here nor there. When I was about nine I started listening to bands rather than the pop stars my sister liked. I saw my first music video that same year, and I decided I wanted to become a famous singer.

So I bugged my parents until finally they agreed to buy me a few singing lessons for my tenth birthday. I didn't like the teacher nor the other students very much, so I ended up leaving after the second week; I'd just teach myself to sing like the awesome stars on television. Needless to say my parents were pissed. But what else is new? Two months later we moved from Ann Arbor to Lansing in less than two days because my mom got a good job over there. I didn't mind, but it took me a long time to unpack my shit and practice my voice at the same time. In middle school I got better at teaching myself different techniques and scales and how to read music. It wasn't that bad, but by the time my freshman year rolled around, I had was definitely ready to make something of myself so every night I practiced even more, and even more loudly. I annoyed the hell out of my parents but loved every waking moment of it. My sister wanted to kill me on countless occasions. She was always the favorite; no one ever got mad at her.

But I was always sort of a rebel, I guess. I got in trouble a lot, was the complete opposite of my older sister, and went from band to band throughout my high school years. My junior year I actually ended dropping out to be apart of the band I'm with now. My dad said it wasn't an 'honest living' and that he wished I would have turned out to be a lawyer like my sister instead. After about a year my dad kicked me out. I didn't mind, I knew it was out of love. I managed with the support of the band, and before you knew it we were playing at various clubs and the like.

Now here we are! The biggest break of our lives, and we're loving every second!

we're on a mission
"and we'll take our time".

likes: 'Listening with the eyes', texting, whistling, being different, cuddling while watching movies, popcorn, giving advice, sour gummy worms
dislikes: Being misunderstood/misinterpreted, skittles, cliff hangers, when things don't work correctly, shoes, being bored, rude people, ignorance