PANDORA, cleo summer

[cleo]

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PANDORA, cleo s u m m e r

nina dobrev -- cleo summer pandora

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

name: RIVER?!
age: 15
roleplaying experience: just over a year
roleplaying sample:

To put it mildly, Lightning hated hospitals.

To be more accurate, Lightning fucking detested the fucking death filled shit holes.

Why?

Well, there were many reasons. Firstly, the smell. I mean, it was a hospital. A place where people were supposedly to get better. So what, Lightning wanted to know, was the fucking point of making the place smell like shit? It had the.. disinfectant smell. And quite frankly, it made Lighting feel like she was some sort of virus scum that the staff wanted to get rid of. Secondly, the hostility of the nurses. Don't know about you, but it seemed like every fucking nurse out there was out to get her. Which in a way, they were. Probably because Lightning was currently holding onto a mountain hiking sized bag, that was bursting at the seams. And the fact that she was listening to very loud music. And of course, because she was glaring at every fucking single one of them.

But that, was so not her fault.

Wanna know why? Because the bitches were glaring first. Hey, ever heard of an eye for an eye? Oh, you have? Well take it and fucking shove it up your damn ass.

Lightning grumbled, shifting the weight of the bag so that it was more comfortable on her shoulders. What was in the bag, you ask? Heh. Well. Shit loads of guns -- not the kind that kill, thank you very much federal law --, bullets, mini bombs and the like. Basically, an epic amount of prank equipment. And why, did she have this?

Well, to put it simply; she was coming to visit Miyuki.

I know, i know. Why would Lightning do that. She didn't even know her that well. Last time they met, Miyuki had been in a box, and her pet had tried to eat her. The last last time they met, Miyuki had tried to kill her. Not exactly the best history. But Lightning had heard that she had woken up from her coma, and after seeing her friend, Cris -- or as she liked to call her; Panda -- brighten up by a considerable amount, she had decided to come by. And besides, she'd figured that Miyuki was bored out of her fucking mind. She certainly would be. So, here she was. Dangerous equipment in hand.

After 10 minutes of tedious waiting, Lightning had had enough. Gently prising the straps off her shoulders, she put the bag down on the floor, massaging the skin to try and bring some feeling back into her nerves. Rolling her shoulders, she wandered down the hall, trying to avoid looking in the windows. Turning a corner, a vending machine came into view, and she hurried along to reach it, sliding a hand into her back pocket to try and scavenge for some coins.

When she finally walked to the machine, she looked down at her hand, and sighed. In the middle of her palm, she had 50 cents, a dollar bill, and some crumpled up bus tickets. Great. Being an orphan had so many advantages. Peering through the glass, she quickly read what was on offer, and cursed when they had no apples. Well, duh. That should've been obvious. Oh? In the corner of her eye, Lightning caught the site of a chocolate bar which she could afford. And hey, look at that! She could get two. Well, wasn't this her lucky day.

Putting in her money, -- which was pretty much all the money she had left in the world -- she pressed the button for the chocolate twice, and hey, presto! Two of them dropped down, and she bent over to fetch it. Placing them into the back pocket of her acid washed and slightly ripped jeans, she lazily walked back to her previous place, her army boots make thump noises as she walked.

When she got back, she was horrified to see a fucking nurse trying to open her fucking bag. Well, good fucking thing Lightning was clever enough to padlock the zips together. And of course, rigged it so that if forced open, a foul smelling gas would erupt and knock out whoever tried to open it. Hey, Lightning was a safety girl. The few hours it took her to set it up was worth it. Narrowing her eyes, she strode towards the nurse, one hand on her hip. "Hey. What d'ya think you're doing?" She raised a brow, not bothering to keep her tone polite. The nurse; a relatively young blonde woman, with hips too large for her small frame and a face that revealed a prep inside, cleared her throat.

"We can't have stray bags in the hallway. Safety hazard, you see."

Well safety hazard this, she thought, and flipped her off in her mind. She would've done for real, but she didn't want to get kicked out before meeting Miyuki. 'Cuz otherwise that would've been a fucking waste of a time. Rolling her eyes, she brushed her bangs out of her face. "Yeah, kay, whatever. Can i go see Miyuki now?" The nurse narrowed her eyes, obviously not liking Lightning. Woo. Big deal. Straightening up, the nurse -- Becky. That was her name on her badge -- nodded, and waved a hand to the door opposite them. "You may go inside now. But, uh, be careful. She isn't the most hospital person." Snorting, Lightning brushed that comment aside, and leaned down to pick up her bag.

"Yeah, well aren't we all."

With that, she knocked on the door twice and opened it, closing door firmly behind her. Reaching back, she fished out the two chocolate bars and and opened one, placing it in her mouth, before sliding the bag off her shoulders and placing it beside Miyuki's bed. "Hey Miyuki. 'Sup?" Feeling more comfortable after saying her hello, she threw Miyuki the spare chocolate bar, and sat down on one of the chairs, folding her legs and generally making her self at home.

Lightning nodded towards the bag beside the bed, and she grinned. "That's for you, by the way. Oh; here," she reached behind her and grabbed the key to the padlock, before throwing it at Miyuki. "You might want that to open it. Otherwise, uh. Well, never mind."

She grinned again. Well, this wasn't so bad. She felt quite okay here, actually.

"Hey, you don't happen to have an apple around here, do you?"

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

full name: Cleo Summer Pandora
nickname: Pandora, Summer
age: 24
band, position: 420 Departure, stylist.
sexual orientation: Straight.
hometown: LA

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

how did you get here: What's with these fucking questions? Do i look like the sort of person who'd fucking tell you about my past? No. I fucking don't.

But, i'm bored, i'm out of weed and booze, so why not.

But just for this one time only.

So, i have a twin brother. Our mom just fucked off and fucking died when we were born, and daddy dearest blamed it on us, the fucking dick. So he just gave up on us without even giving us a chance. Not that i'm even complaining. It was probably the best thing he's ever done for us, in my opinion. Oh, don't get me wrong, he did try at first. Until Cloud and I reached the ripe old age of 3. Since then all he's ever cared about is alcohol and shit. Which you know, suits me just fucking fine. We didn't need him, anyway. We took care of ourselves without needing anyone's help, and look how we turned out. Fine and dandy.

We had to pretty much do everything that most parents would usually do. You know, like school and cleaning shit. To be honest, i don't fucking know why we bothered to enroll into school. I fucking hated it there. It didn't even teach me anything useful for fuck sake. I used to just ditch school to go to the mall or some shit, and steal make up or beauty products. And yeah, stealing is 'wrong', but i really couldn't give a fucking shit. Anyway, I'd just spend literally all day experimenting, and over the years, i turned fucking amazing. I got a job at this little beauticians shop, and i continued to experiment, whilst my brother did something else. I forget. I remember ever since i first took hold of a mascara brush and made up my eyes, i knew that i wanted to be a stylist. Why? Well, i don't really know. And i'm not really that bothered why i want to be a stylist. Because i think the question 'why' is a pointless one. And it fucks me off.

Oh, i remember once, when my dad was passed out on the couch from all the drinking the night before, i snuck out of the house to go to this party i had been invited to from a friend of mine. When i got there, i was offered drugs by some fucker i didn't know, and i have to admit, at first i hesitated. Because i didn't want to end up like my dad. Wasted all the time. But i always had this 'fuck it' attitude, so i took some. And from then i was hooked.

It wasn't just me. My brother was the same. We would always sneak out to this forest near our house, and we'd just collect magic mushrooms and get high off of them whenever we wanted to. Which was quite often. After a few years, me and my brother went our different ways, because i wanted to go to England, and he didn't. So i left him, and stayed in England for a while after my 18th birthday, and just pissed about really. I learned different techniques on styling, but most of the time i just partied and crap. After 3 years, i came back.

And before you ask, no, i didn't find a caring, insanely hot English boy who took my heart away. Fucking hell, that makes me feel sick. I don't believe in love, marriage or commitment. Anything that sucks. I tend not to do shitty little things that saps do, and i prefer to be alone, and i tend to keep it that way. Anyone that knows me -- which no one does completely, with the exception of my brother -- will tell you that i'm a bitch. And yeah, i am. But only if you annoy me. And most people generally do.

After a few weeks of moving back to America, i happened to come across Cloud. By this time, i had changed my last name, because i felt Pandora suited me better. Turned out that he was a photographer in a band, and they happened to need a stylist. Voila. To be honest, i don't really give a shit about music. But the pay was good, and i got to style people. So i took the job. The people in the band were fun enough, and surprisingly, i didn't mind hanging around with them.

As a rule, i hate people. But i have a few exceptions, and they consist of my brother and the band. No one else.

And i'm going to keep it that way.

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

likes:

• Apples
  
• Not giving a shit
  
• Being reckless
  
• Lightning
  
• Fire
  
• Apples
  
• Doing things her own way
  
• When things go according to plan
  
• Make up
  
• Doing her hair
  
• Apples
  
• Alcohol
  
• Drugs
  
• Just generally messing around
  
• Burning random things
  
• Her skills as a stylist
  
• Making other people pretty
  
• Being in control
  
• Apples
  
• Loud music
  
• Just hanging out
  
• Sleeping
  
• Candy
  
• Having a go at people that annoy her
  
• Her wit
  
• Knives
  
• Heat
  
• Night
  
• Snow
  
• Apples
  
• Roses
  
• Partying
  
• Ashes
  
• Feline creatures
  
• Doing unpredictable things
  
• Surprising people with her words/actions
  
• Bitch fights
  
• Things that amuse her
  
• Moving around
  
• Drawing
  
• Painting
  
• Anything artistic
  
• Anything to do with styling
  
• Swearing.. especially the word fuck
  
• ..Did i mention apples?(;

dislikes:

• Being completely alone
  
• When one of her styles goes wrong
  
• Loosing control of situations
  
• Being overpowered
  
• Seeing the people she's close with get hurt
  
• Being used
  
• Getting abused
  
• People that annoy her
  
• When strangers try and find out everything in her life
  
• Relentless, and stupid questions
  
• The cold
  
• Authority
  
• Education in general
  
• Disgusting skin
  
• Damaged hair
  
• Tacky clothes. Like what the fuck
  
• Mouldy apples. Such a waste
  
• Cocky shits
  
• Being weaker than others
  
• Getting manipulated
  
• Hallucinations
  
• Being kind to too many people
  
• Getting told what to do
  
• People that think they 'know' her
  
• People that think they're perfect. Fucking get over yourself
  
• Retarded fucks
  
• Guys that act like bastards, are bastards, etc
  
• Also, guys that think they're 'it' just 'cuz they have a dick
  
• People who abuse those weaker than themselves
  
• When people bite their nails. Stop it, it's annoying
  
• Not doing anything
  
• When people move or do something too slow
  
• Being sappy
  
• Feeling sorry for herself
  
• Being a dick to those she loves
  
• Clingy shits
  
• Stereotyping
  
• When people get all shitty about her drinking
  
• When people get all shitty about her doing drugs
  
• When people nag at her
  
• Mistakes
  
• Repeating said mistakes
  
• Going crazy