Carswell, Vienna Lorelei

[midori]

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CARSWELL, vienna l o r e l e i

chloe marceau -- vienna lorelei carswell

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

name: Midori
age: Fifteen
roleplaying experience: 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: Vienna Lorelei Carswell
nickname: Vivi, Vie, Vienne
age: Nineteen
band, position: Baby Circus, hairstylist/make-up artist
sexual orientation: Straight
hometown: Los Angeles, California

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

how did you get here: Honestly, my life wasn't bad, but it definitely wasn't the best either. Like, I think that what i went through would make most girls go crying to someone, but I knew how to deal with the things that came my way and never really learned how to get emotionally attached to things, so it was easy to get over things.

So, you know the saying that what happens in Los Angeles stays in Los Angeles? That applied to my parents. Dad was never home and wasted money gambling and hooking up with random chicks off the streets. In the occasions he was home, he would try so hard to act like a good daddy, and really, the act didn't cut it with me. Sure, I bought that he cared for the first years of my life, but it all got old quick. There's only so much lying I can take before I'm fed up with it, you know? If he honestly cared, then he would have been home more.

Mom was just as bad. She figured, if Dad was cheating, then why couldn't she? If I knew better as a kid, I would've told her that she couldn't act like him because if she wanted her beloved daughter to turn out to be a decent person, then she would be a good influence. She wasn't, of course. She went out partying at least three times a week, and she had a nasty habit of sinking her claws into guys that were taken. Not exactly the type of thing you want your kid picking up as a skill, but it's not like she was ever around often enough to see how I was growing. Her days were spent being a wannabe workaholic and her nights were spent getting trashed out of her mind.

So as expected, I picked up my parents' habits. When getting straight A's and being star of the tennis and soccer teams didn't work, I figured some bad behavior might make them look at me and really see that I exist. Throughout middle school, I prowled the hallways flirting with guys who were taken especially because I knew they were taken. I thought that if they could make their girlfriends happy, then I wanted to get a piece of that joy. I was the one who deserved pity and attention because my parents were always too busy with themselves to notice that they had a kid to raise. If they wouldn't give me what I wanted, then I wanted to get people to look at me through other methods. They weren't the only people I knew, though I guess they did help in teaching me how to steal boyfriends. Kudos to their wonderful parenting.

I didn't get away with it for long, as expected. A few incidences of boyfriend theft was okay, but once it hit the double digits, I became the school whore. This is probably the part where someone thinks 'Cue the waterworks. Not for me though. I figured, well if that's what they thought of me, then I can just do whatever i want. My reputation couldn't possibly get worse. I was right. It couldn't. As soon as I hit high school, all that mattered was partying and having fun, and my parents never noticed how my grades fell or how I started dressing less like a good girl. I was having fun with living life in the fast lane until the night I decided to get in a car full of drunkards, them driving of course. Tires screeching, burnt plastic, metal, and the scent of blood. Shrieks and the feel of fear. That was all I knew, and when I woke up in a hospital, that was when family life changed. It was a real eye-opener for my parents, who realized a little too late that it was time they grew up and acted like adults and parents.

That's how I got to Washington D.C.They didn't think I could possibly get into trouble where the capital is. It's a place where a lot of things were all patriotic and stuff. Partially true. I wasn't as bad, but I was still the girl who wanted love and attention and the spotlight, but not from them. I didn't want their attention only after a near-death experience, but I wasn't so bad as to purposely make them miserable over their mistakes, so I took up a hobby of hairstyling and playing around with make-up.

I think that was how I met Baby Circus. Looking at them, I realized that I used to be as nice as them, and they kind of grew on me. They gave me that soft spot where I'm just a girl who likes to doll up other people and make them stand in the spotlight so they won't have to be lonely in the dark like I was. They were still innocent girls who had ambitions, and I wanted to feel like I really wasn't that bad, which might have been the beginning of my position as their hairstylist and make-up artist.

I'd really like to say that I reverted back to my old self and settled down with some nice guy, but I never did. Around the Baby Circus, I can act like an angel, but behind the scenes, I'm really the farthest thing from it. I'm still the one who wants someone to pay attention to her so that she can fake it and purposely misinterpret it as love. Sometimes I'm genuinely a nice girl, but it's just too easy to abandon that side to be brutally honest and straightforward. It's so simple to get snappy and mean, and I can't change it, so I just fake it when I need to. Around people who matter, I'll play nice so the girls won't be associated with people with bad reputations, but when I can, I'll let the real me show. It doesn't really matter though. I'm a behind-the-sets girl who just helps them look presentable to the audience. I'm kind of unknown to their fans, so to be honest, how I act doesn't really matter.

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

likes: Make-up, fashion magazines, tennis, soccer, attention, partying, socializing, music, flirting, snow.
dislikes: Selfish people, being ignored, sweatpants, wannabes, darkness, isolation, losing, messiness that's not in style, sunburn, stains.