MERRIT, lacey meredith

[lacey]

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merrit, lacey m e r e d i t h

rue diamond – Lacey Meredith Merrit

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

name: fleaa fleaaa
age: fifteeennn
roleplaying experience: sixty million years
roleplaying sample:

It wasn't a surprise he was awake this late, or rather even early. Black cloaked the twenty-one year old, like usual. He was almost hidden in the coffee shop, the only light emitting from him being his ipod. The light bounced off his pale skin, showing a slight smirk on his lips. Most people would find the smirk out of place, even intimidating. For Xander? It was completely normal. He loved intimidating people, scaring people. He placed his feet up on the table he was sitting at. This was really living the dream. Leaning back, he let the music that was blasting in his ears wrap around him like a blanket.

Ever so often, his past, which he always tried to push away, flowed into his mind, making him shrink down in fear. Who would think a tall, lanky kid dressed in black would be afraid of his past? It pulled him down for a moment, made him feel like he was drowning. He gasped softly, eyes opening as he tried to shake his past off his back. And right as his eyes opened, he saw a girl who was just oh so familiar.

Chelsea Hope-Artemis Lee. His teeth clenched together, pulling his leather jacket closer around him. It might have been June in New York- but he was willing to wear the same black things that he almost always wore. It was rare to see him without his makeup and black clothes. Slowly, he got up, pulling his coffee- surprisingly and ironically black- taking a sip. His teeth ground together, and his arms wrapped around himself, pulling his jacket even closer. Chelsea had said somethings to him that had cut him deep. Although, he probably deserved every one of them. He was always a dick to people lately, but he really didn't mind.

Sighing, he walked over to Chelsea, crossing his arms. “Does someone like you really need freakin' coffee in the morning?” His eyebrow raised as his fingers brushed through his hair, fixing it to what he liked it to be. “Or is that why you're so fucked up sometimes?” A sly smile slid onto his face after he spoke. Perfect.

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

full name: Lacey meredith Merrit
nickname: L.
age: 21
band, position: Its All Love, hairstylist/makeup
sexual orientation: open
hometown: Austin, TX

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

how did you get here: Now, I was never little miss sunshine, even as a kid. I always got what I wanted, no matter how much it was worth nor how outrageous it was. I was a little bitchy princess. And hell, I still fucking am. I guess, because dear mom and dad always gave me what I wanted, I turned into one of those lovely mean girls, wearing all the designer brands and perfectly done makeup and hair. I met a guy who really changed my point of view on things. He was what you could call a tree hugger. He kinda was that nice guy who was randomly put into the group of popular preppy kids.

I dated him for a while, and eventually reverted into what he was... just a bit more fashionable. I care for the environment, of course, but shouldn't you look good? Highest qualities of fake fur and feathers, leather that never came from animals... I looked amazing, if you ask me. After going to school for cosmetology, I found a job with a band on a tour that was just like me. A bunch of crazy ass hippies who were a-fucking-mazing. I am their hairstylist and makeup, and do my best to make them look almost as good as me.

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

likes: cigarettes, pot, getting what she wants, sex, one night stands, vegan chicken nuggets, abnormal names, clouds, makeup, designer labels, tea
dislikes: clowns, relationships, NOT getting what she wants, real furs/feathers, soda, television, coffee