KENSINGTON, amy delia

[amy]

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KENSINGTON, amy d e l i a

scout taylor-compton – amy delia kensington

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

name: midori
age: fifteen
roleplaying experience: about five years
roleplaying sample:

In all honesty, Reeda's first thought was that she wanted to give him a good smack when he tried unsuccessfully to stifle his laughter. Of course, this was considering that in the ten minutes she knew him, most of what she wanted to do was put him in some kind of physical pain. For a brief moment, she wondered if she should've been nicer, but the question was directly followed with a simple, one-word answer. No. It wasn't her style to play nice with people who already saw this real side of hers. Jeydon never saw her sweet side in the first place, but she blamed it on his timing and the circumstances they found themselves in.

If Jeydon met her in school or even if he just met her while she was sober, he would've met a girl who hid everything behind a single, forced smile and empty words and promises. Still, Fate seemed to want the two to meet while she was drunk and grouchy.

Reeda could've melted when he looked at her in the eyes with that frown and spoke in that softened tone. It was a cute look in her eyes. His words, however, brought her back to reality. Knowing him, caring about him? It simply didn't suit her. Had he met Jinx, then he'd be stuck with an almost sickeningly sweet girl who would do anything to make sure he stayed happy. Instead, he was stuck with that girl's twin, and she wouldn't even care for him if she were paid.

Though she almost wanted to feel guilty for her cold behaviour, she couldn't bring herself to apologize. The fact was that a girl like her was hard to crack when it came to such things. She was the one who constantly lived under a mask, slipping it off only when it was deemed necessary. She could sympathize with him, but she couldn't pity him. That would've meant that she also had to pity herself, and self-pity was one thing she'd never stoop to. She had far too much pride to do it, especially seeing as she realized that he was a bit like her. There was more to both of them then what most thought, but in her case, she didn't want everyone to know about the real Reeda. Others didn't want to know the real Reeda if they had a choice. The cold truth was that no one would've liked the real her. When she thought about the right here and the right now, she knew that Jeydon didn't know the girl that lurked behind sweet smiles or rough words, and she didn't know the real him behind the flirting and icy blue eyes.

The scenster watched quietly as he reached forward and helped her open the can. His hand brushed against hers, and she knew that if this had happened after she indulged in sappy romances, then she would've reached forward to hold onto his hand. It was typically only after those moments that left her feeling warm and fuzzy and friendly. Of course, hanging out with Jinx left her feeling this way too, but that was only because the older twin's attitude made her rather cheerful.

Reeda looked at the newly opened can, tempted to just continue to drink away her troubles and worries. She didn't want to worry about Jeydon, but in the end, she put down that can. Reaching forward with her free hand, she hooked a finger under his chin to turn his head. She wanted him to be looking her in the eyes when she spoke her next words. "Listen, girls like me never care. We never want to truly know people. We hide behind fake smiles, and we can't bring ourselves to care, because we know that our efforts wouldn't be returned. And trust me, you wouldn't want to know me, so don't bother trying." They were a bit heartfelt, and they were true. She was quite sure that he wouldn't want to meet the girl who'd step all over people who trusted her just to achieve her own goals because if it weren't for the fact that this girl was herself, then she wouldn't want to know her either.

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

full name: amy delia kensington
nickname: ames
age: twenty-two
band, position: go. no. stop!, hairstylist/make-up artist
sexual orientation: straight
hometown: london, england

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

how did you get here: Seriously? The first part of my life kind of sucked ass, though the second portion isn’t too bad. It’s nothing special, but it’s not terrible. I was mostly raised by my mom, but she was wasted twenty-four seven. Dad ran off with some skanky sixteen year old like a damn pedophile, but I guess it’s not a big deal. Better that he’s molesting some random chick over me, right? I don’t really care though. The old man can do whatever he wants. As for mom, she was okay, I guess. It was rare to ever see her without something in her system, and trust me, she did everything. Crack, pot, alcohol. I’m actually kind of surprised she didn’t drop dead earlier. At least the woman got food on the table, right? Sort of. Admittedly, I would spend a day or two without food and freezing in the dark because she had a tendency to disappear randomly for spans of time, but I at least have to give her credit for trying.

Don’t get me wrong though. Sometimes I remember what a crappy mother she was in comparison to other moms and I get way pissed. Because of her, I spent most of my childhood in London being looked at like I was a piece of shit. Where everything was supposed to be prestigious and glamorous, people wanted to keep up that image. They didn’t want some rag-tag girl from the slums ruining all that, so I spent a lot of my time being ignored and neglected, but eventually, I figured, hey, if I can’t get their snobby kids to hang out with me, then I’d just wreck whatever innocence they had. I think that’s how I ruined my own innocence too. Trying drugs and alcohol and sleeping around was originally something I did out of spite, but then it mostly kind of grew on me. I learned early on that committing myself to anything was a stupid idea. When you’re hanging around people just because you want some sort of petty revenge, getting attached will just bite you in the ass. Besides, my mom was the perfect example of why getting attached was a stupid idea. You commit yourself to anyone, and they’ll eventually leave you behind no matter what, and then you’re just alone, broken, and ruined. I’d rather be the chick breaking hearts over getting mine broken, leaving before she’s left.

My mom mostly left me alone. She asked me the occasional question of how I was doing, but no teen ever wants to tell her parents anything, and I was no different. She was never persistent enough to try a little harder to get an answer. I don’t think she ever even noticed how fucked up her little girl became. She never wondered why I hung out with a different group of “friends” everyday, and she sure as hell didn’t notice when I made out with guys even though I might have introduced her to my supposed boyfriend of the moment to her the day before. She didn’t know enough about me to be able to scold me for the things I did, and personally, I liked it that way.

Eventually, she died of an overdose on meth, and I just left England. I didn’t really want to mourn or anything, so I hitched a trip with a friend to the US of A, and surprisingly, it was okay there. I got a job offer in a band called Go. No. Stop! that I accepted, as expected. I figured that I couldn’t survive on the dwindling inheritance my mom left for me forever, so a job wasn’t too bad of an idea, and the fact that it was already there, completely ready for grabs was even better. Not that hairstyling and make-up was ever my forte, but I figured if I managed to do it for myself decently, then doing it for another person really shouldn’t have been too much harder. Besides, practice makes perfect, right?

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

likes: Batman, tattoos, getting high, sex, money, drugs, adrenaline rushes, troublemaking, make-up, partying, hair dye, afternoon naps, night clubs, using people, sweets
dislikes: commitment, being scolded, nags, goody two-shoes, sushi, spicy foods, clingy people, overly cheery people, overused happy endings, boredom, poofy clothes, dust, extreme weather conditions