Post by BAYLEE SKYLAR CARVER on May 30, 2010 19:52:41 GMT
BAYLEE S. CARVER
we're gonna burn your city, gonna bring your systems down.
i'm going to drown my pity, turn this into a ghost town.
and when you know there's nothing left, you're gonna run like all the rest.
pack your bags and turn your back on all the friends you had left.
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HAI THURRR~ MY NAME IS BAYLEE, and I HAIL
FROM CENTRAL! AREN'T YOU JEALOUS ;] YOU CAN
CONTACT ME BY PM, ASK FOR AIM. OH, AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING
FOR TWO ALMOST THREE YEARS NOW!
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we're gonna burn your city, gonna bring your systems down.
i'm going to drown my pity, turn this into a ghost town.
and when you know there's nothing left, you're gonna run like all the rest.
pack your bags and turn your back on all the friends you had left.
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HAI THURRR~ MY NAME IS BAYLEE, and I HAIL
FROM CENTRAL! AREN'T YOU JEALOUS ;] YOU CAN
CONTACT ME BY PM, ASK FOR AIM. OH, AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING
FOR TWO ALMOST THREE YEARS NOW!
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* / FULL NAME
* / NICKNAMES[/b] why does this even matter? considering, you're not calling me either one. i prefer to be called skylar-- and i hate my last name, there's some info. but the nick-names so far are bay-bay, skeeters, and carver.
* / AGE[/b] i'm seventeen. yeah, don't look it, do it?
* / GENDER[/b] seriously? you're a fucktard aren't you? what do i look like to you, it's not like i'm a transvestite. i'm fucking female through and through.
* / SEXUALITY[/b] i don't see why this matters, but if you really have to no, i'm bisexual, and i don't care what you have to say about that. honestly, i don't. so crack those jokes, you're already giggling.
* / MEMBER GROUP[/b] i have to say, you guys really nailed this one. oh, i'm sorry, you don't like sarcasm? well get the hell over it. i'm an artist, whether you believe it or not.
* / CONDITIONS[/b] it should already be on file, jackass. first of all i'm bulimic, i have this unnatural love for burning stuff, so yes, yes i'm a pyro, i set a kid on fire. i'm suicidal and, oh, you're going to love this one, i also have a parasomnia disorder . ever heard of it? it's called night terror. yeah, i know, i'm just full of the most amazing stuff, right?
* / FACE CLAIM[/b] kiarla flickton.
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[/b] mother fucker, really? why are these questions so important to you? fine. i like cussing if you haven't caught on to that. i tend to put at least one to two cuss words in just about every sentence, because it's fucking fun, without ever noticing i do so. i like smoking i've always got a pack on me-- whether you take them up or not, i have a way of getting them back. i love, love, love fire i love watching the flames engulf things. people are fun to watch burn, ever watched it? i love the rain, and storms in general. art of course is going to be a like, painting, to be exact. i can't sculpt to save my life-- but i can paint a picture worth a thousand words. you just have to look at it right. guys have to be thrown in there, i mean, i'm one for hitting up a girl, but i'd prefer a penis, if you get my drift-- and if you don't well, you're stupid, because i mean it as i'm bi-curious. oh, did i mention i sort of like drinking? because i do, and a few pills are okay every now and then- not very big on them though. i like cutting.. there you go, checking my arms. no, arm cutters are attention seekers-- i happen to do it somewhere else. and i'm not telling, because, well, it's not for you to know. i like to be loud i usually never mean to be, but you know, it works. i like animals, they're so cute, but sadly, i'm not liked back by them.* / LIKES
* / DISLIKES[/b] dear fucking christ, i hate snakes they scare the shit out of me. i also hate when people push a religion on you-- i'm not christian, i'm agnostic. and i'm not explaining what it is. i'm not very fond of most of the populars just the one's with all that pride, that think they're the shit. hey, they may be rich-- but they aren't better than the rest. not until they can earn their own money, right? i'm really disliking this interview. i dislike thunder i love lightning, but thunder scares me, weird right? i dislike being cold though, i always am. i say i have death by my side-- no one should be cold to the bone, right? i dislike questions though i tend to ask them without meaning to. i have a very disliking for rules watch me, i'll break just about every one of them, you'll see. i don't like lying but that's because i'm bad at it-- i mean, i don't care for getting in-trouble, so shoot anything at me, i'm not scared.
* / POSITIVE TRAITS[/b] honestly, i don't think i have any of those. but then again, i don't think to highly of myself. i mean, i can come off like i think the shit-- and i do, i know that, but it's because you have to around here. honestly, i have the lowest self-esteem here. but i guess i'm loyal so that has to count for something? if you mess with one of my friends, you better crawl in a corner and die, before i find your ass. i can fight, which is good around here. i'm small but that helps me, maybe not against a guy three times my size, but i can still knock some skinny bitch down. whether i'm smaller than her or not. without even trying i can be funny i don't see how that's fully good, but i guess it counts for something. being dangerous is a good and bad one, i think. just because well-- people leave you alone. i'm really fast on my feet thinking wise, so i guess that means, i'm smart? but never, call me a nerd. i don't give a shit if my gpa is 4.0 (it is) but, i'm not a nerd. i can be nice, but i don't feel like it today.
* / NEGATIVE TRAITS[/b] again low-selfesteem just has to be one, just look at me! when i get upset i get overly upset and that's not a good thing. i can also get a bit dramatic, i think if i wanted i could be an actress. kidding. danger because if you piss me off, i can be a danger, i've burned a kid before-- that may also be another reason i'm here, but i don't think they put that on my record? my mood changes so often, it's not even funny. i'm not bi-polar, it's just.. things can set me off, i guess. i've got a really bad tempter and i'm sure you've heard of what i can do with gasoline and a match or maybe a lighter. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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[/b] pennsylvania, berlington. it's right there near new york, isn't that cool? that's why i have such a weird accent.* / HOMETOWN
* / PARENTS[/b] this is fucking stupid, i don't even care to remember their names. so why would you want them to know. my mothers name was marie o'conner. i miss her so much. my father? that fucking faggot his name is derrick carver and my step-mom, she's such a bitch, her names marisa paige-carver i hate her, so much, you have no fucking clue.
* / SIBLINGS[/b] i had a sibling, forever and a day ago, do you realize how much trouble it is, when you're the one being blamed? ophelia carver i miss her so much, she was, a few years older than me. and her birthday? was yesterday. i still keep tabs. the other siblings? i don't know their names.
* / OTHER FAMILY[/b] i don't have any, grandparents died last year.
* / HISTORY[/b] oh, yay story time. out of everything in my life-- what changed me the most? was my father. that bastard will get what he deserves one day, karma will come and bite him in the ass. he treated my mother like shit every day, he blamed me for everything. which, led to me being the cause, of everything. so thank derrick carver, for every little fuck up in my life. we were never a rich family-- we were pour, but i never let it bother me. i never cared to be popular. my mother died when i was nine. a car crash took her, and messed up my grandparents-- they were in the crash, but made it. only, it sent my grandfather into the hospital. he died last year, grandmother soon followed, she had nothing to live for. i'm haunted every day by my sister, i swear, i see her all the time, and she's what made me paint. every day, when i look around, i swear i see her right next to me, with that devilish grin, saying follow me, asking me to go with her. i see her, every day. doing something different, but always starting the same, and i just.. paint her away. half my paints, are of her. but i started painting to distract my mind-- i can't notice her, if i'm concentrating on art, right? then i kept getting into trouble, my art wasn't good enough, my art didn't speak enough, my art, was too.. evil? what the hell, that made no sense. i lost everyone i cared for, almost killed a guy, and i have depression issues because i think i can see the dead. what more do you want from me?
memory of age five
rain hit the roof, like rocks falling from the sky. they weren't rich, and their house was not in the best condition. leaks were every where, mainly in the basement. but what a perfect time to explore for ghost, other than a night where a thunder storm was hitting? at least, that was what baylee's sister, ophelia had said. and look where that lead them. they'd been in the basement, exploring. baylee had gone into the other room-- the basement was larger than upstairs, though it usually scared her, just knowing ophelia was on the other side of the wall made her feel safer. she was closer to the stair case, and through the door, water started to sweep in. she didn't dare open it, what if water poured in and knocked her down? but, her sister was on the other side! she couldn't leave her! and she took enough courage to open the door, she couldn't see her black hair any where. where had she gone? after turning a corner, she saw her on the ground, eyes closed, not moving. what had happened, and why wasn't she waking up when she shook her? baylee ran upstairs to get her mom. by the end of the night the basement had flooded--- her sister had slipped and hit her head on the concrete, killing her.the girl, was left confused about it she was only five after all. she never went into the basement again after that day. but her father, said it was all her fault-- her sister had went down there, because she'd asked to, which was a lie. and her sister had fell, because she was looking for her.
memory of age seven
dinner was too quite, and she knew it. her mom hadn't looked too please after that phone call from school. once again, she'd gotten in trouble. and this time? she was going to be kicked out if she didn't another thing wrong. but that wasn't the only thing on her mothers mind.
"baylee.. me and you're mother have something to tell you." derrick, baylee did not like him; his mom wouldn't listen though, no matter how much she'd tell her mom that he couldn't have been her dad, he just.. couldn't be. "honey, tell him the good news."
her mother began, at first with a shaky voice, "well, baylee , after that phone call from you're school, we decided, we're going to send you to a new one-- it'll cost a bit more, but it'll be better for ---" derrick, interrupted mid sentence, shooting an annoyed look toward her mother. that upset baylee, but she bit his tongue.
"no, not that news, the other one." he looked at baylee, then looked at the food on her plate, before picking up food, to bite into. "you're going to have a sibling oliver" once the word sibling had flew from his mouth, the seven year old had booked it from the table, and out the front door. it took them five hours to locate her, under a bridge.
memory of age thirteen
catholic school, really? it was not the best place for baylee, she didn't fit in with the crowed. and this could be seen as she ran down the hall, blue eyes flashing behind her to see how far the other kids where. once again, she was being chased down the hall way. being yelled at. this seemed to happened to the teen every week, and it was getting old. it never took them long to catch up; she should have realized someone was around the corner when he turned it. because she got a blow to the chest. before the air was knocked out of her crashing into the ground. everything from there was a blur, the voices, and the pain. something about she didn't belong, she was an outcast. she wasn't catholic, she didn't believe in god. and at that time, he did. they pointed her out because of how she looked, how different she was. spitting a comment back at them-- saying they weren't any better, beating up someone because she didn't look like them, only caused her more harm. she was put in the hospital, for three days. they wouldn't allow her to leave until they were sure she was fine.
memory of age sixteen
"hey baylee, look at what i got." someone who disliked baylee seemed to make his way up to her, she'd known him since she was six. and every since she was eight, and had started to change, they'd hated one another from the start. "isn't it the coolest thing? my mom got it for me. maybe you're mom---"
it was something stupid, not even worth looking at it, yet her blue eyes had looked over when he said mom. he knew about her family life, he knew her dad had abused her. everyone in the town knew. everyone knew, she hated her step mom, and everyone knew, her real mom had died giving birth-- the baby had been lost as well. baylee and ophelia had been the only two children that made it.
"oh, wait, you're moms dead." his laughter cut her heart, like a dull knife, and just kept going at it. with a glare, and a match he should have thought twice. because baylee worked with cars-- she was good at it, and that was the only job in the town she could find. but gasoline was next to her, and the dark haired girl, always had a match and a lighter. it didn't take long till everything was thrown, and the boy was on fire. and someone was rushing out to help him.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIADAY PARADE AND IS FOR HER USE ONLY.
[/justify]THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIADAY PARADE AND IS FOR HER USE ONLY.
