CRAWFORD; annalise marie

[annalise]

annalise marie crawford.
seventeen ,, brooklyn ,, manager ,, asexual ,, bitch
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"so basically, my name is annalise, though you can call me anna. i'm the seventeen year old manager for off like a prom dress. these girls have been my best friends since middle school, and i don't think that's changing any time soon. i was born on november twenty sixth, which means on my next birthday, i'll be eighteen. so..yeah, on with the show?

everywhere i go, there's a mess following behind me. i often trip over nothing, up and down the stairs, my own two feet. there's not much time i spend on her feet that isn't tumbling over myself or others, and it's becoming quite annoying, considering i'm always apologizing and always trying to make up for breaking something or tripping over a person, but i've come to realize, that people really need to just get over it, i can't fucking help it.

even though my outside doesn't really leak quiet, my inside does. i don't really make friends i intend to keep, just a few that have proved that they're always going to be there. i don't really like talking to people, or opening up to people i don't know, and sometimes even my best friends that have been around for as long as she can remember, i don't open up to.

i'm quiet on most occasions but, i'll fucking knock you out if you mess with the people i care about. sure, i'm small and i don't look like i can take a lot, but i can. so yeah, i'm quick to throw punches and rude comments and come backs. don't underestimate me because i'm little and innocent looking, because you're in for a rude awakening.

i always assume the worst about people and situations. i believe that humans, wake up bad and have to try to be good people, and most people don't try, infact, they usually just watch me, as well as others, and laugh. personally, i would love to meet someone who woke up in the morning, and they had to try to be a horrible person, which i don't believe will ever happen.

truth be told, i'm sort of a bitch. i don't really understand when to keep my mouth shut, and sometimes, i say shit just to make people upset or to make people crumble inside. it's like i don't even think before i say stupid shit to stupid fucks. i just talk..as if it's not going to hurt anyone's feelings, but whatever..i use people, and i hurt people, and that's just how it's been for as long as i can remember. nobody ever really cared about me, why should i care about other people that never even really mattered to me in the first place? hurting people is what i do best.

so, i was born into a family with two older brothers, and of course, i was never the shining star to my parents. they had never really wanted a daughter, so it was just my luck, right? anyways, i was always the little kid in the back, recovering from the stumble out of the limelight, considering i was always being shoved out of it. my brothers were pro athletes, and i was just the little cheerleader on the side. despite it all, though.. my brothers were my best friends, even though my parents liked them more. they were my best friends and stuff, and no matter how many times they've said they hate me, when it comes down to all the facts, they still love me. deep down there somewhere, i guess.

anyways, when i was around ten, my parents and brothers had to leave town for some wrestling tournament and didn't have enough money to bring me along, so instead, i had to stay home with a babysitter. mind you, this babysitter was male, though apparently, he was one of the best kids around. whoever told my parents that was stupid. anyways, i was viciously attacked and forced to give oral sex to this guy.. with the threat that he'd kill me if i ever told anyone. since then, i haven't had a sexual attraction to any person that i've come in contact with. not girls, not boys, nobody. and with the threat.. i didn't tell anyone until i was fifteen, almost. at which point, i told my best friend, who told my brothers, who told my parents, who didn't care. it was too long ago, they said. not to mention they didn't believe me. whatever, he's still at large, and every now and again, i get little phone calls, warning me to be careful what i say.

soon, i turned fifteen and a half or so, and found out that my friends were making a band and stuff. they were just barely forming, which was a good thing. i couldn't really play any instruments or sing well, so i just sort of became a manager, which is fine by me, because i have to do the sort of harder work that nobody wants to do, which makes me feel slightly more special, and so now we're here. i try to stay away from alcohol and drugs and stuff, because i don't want to know what i'd do or say if i started into that stuff.."





^{hey, so i'm alyssa. i've been roleplaying for one and a half years now. as well as this character, i also play ace caden eager. you can reach me by pm if you need me for anything. i found made up stories by myself and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

amanda smirked to herself as she logged off of the computer, jumping up out of her chair happily. she wasn't only trying to have sex with zane because she needed to get laid, but also because she was just amazing and knew that the whore was like, in love with him. she had seen the way her face lit up when the girl heard his voice and it made her giggle internally, now that she was getting the chance to sleep with him. she'd rub it in the girl's face eventually, it wouldn't take too much and nobody put it past her. she was out to hurt the girl any way she could, mostly because she was always all over zui's soon-to-be boyfriend, and that never flew well with the best friend. never ever. if murder wasn't illegal, the girl would've been thrown under the bus a long time ago. literally, thrown under a bus. there would probably some stupid search party searching for the dumb skank and she would just sit in her bus giggling with zui, because that's what they thought of the girl. she would've thrown a yay-storms-gone party with hers and zui's bands and they would've partied all night long, doing more than she should've. zui was her best friend, she'd take a bullet for her and give up her life if it meant that zui could have the best life ever. she was that kind of a person, so zui's enemies where her enemies, and her enemies were zui's enemies. they had been best friends since they met, last year on the same tour. neither of them had been fond of other people, though people were starting to drop dead and bands were quitting, which made her worry about herself slightly. she knew she was a bitch, but what about zui? zui would go before she did.

she shook those thoughts away from herself and stood up. she had to get dressed then go clean zane's bus and sleep with him. then she would make a stop at theatre of robot's bus to talk to zui and make sure she wasn't breaking anything, and because she knew that zoozoo would want to know. she needed something to do, and zane fit her standards. behind all his hair, he was pretty damn good looking, even with the makeup. she was sure a lot of girls out there would kill to sleep with him, though amanda wasn't anywhere near that desperate. if he had been joking, she would've gotten dressed and skipped off to find someone who wanted her, because to be honest, a lot of people wanted her in their bed. she had big boobs, a small waist, and a full ass; an hour glass shape, and she was damn proud of it and showed it off. most of the guys on tour had slept with her, except the ones that were younger than her, because then she felt like a pedophile. well..only when they looked younger than her. she knew zane was younger than her, but he didn't look it, really. he seemed like he was the same age as her, not older or younger. of course not older. his hair was long, longer than she normally would've dealt with if he didn't have more pros than cons. she was sure people had mistaken him as a girl from behind at least once or twice, which, she had to admit, would've been funny to witness. she giggled, imagining someone walking up to him and asking him out, only to realize that he was male and not female. she probably would've cracked up and laughed for days. she probably would've taunted the poor kid for days, too, and never would've forgotten or let him forget.

the blond wandered over to her small suitcase, opening it with a frown. of course she didn't get closet space, her sister used both of their space, which wasn't all that surprising to her or her band mates. her sister was the diva and she was the whore, but they all knew and accepted that. the only time amanda ever looked even remotely normal was on stage, when she resorted to jeans and a t-shirt for comfort instead of her mico-miniature skirts and see through shirts. the only person who ever really confronted her about it was her sister, and it was starting to get annoying, considering the girl had been stupid enough to let pictures of her half naked leak. now, amanda knew that there were pictures of her bare, but she liked it that way. she didn't mind people seeing her almost completely exposed, or completely exposed for that matter. it usually just made people want to sleep with her more, and part of her was surprised that she wasn't pregnant yet, considering she never really mentioned condoms or any sort of protection. she wasn't on the pill and she never brought male protection. it was almost as if she was asking to get pregnant, so she could get rid of it, she supposed is what people thought would happen. though, they were wrong. if she got pregnant, she would quit her band and become a real parent, though she knew that she would end up either alone or on tour as a tag-along for the father. she shuddered at the thought, but she couldn't give sex up. it was all she knew besides breathing and drumming. she didn't know how to pull herself away from it, it wasn't like she didn't have endless opportunities, on a tour with mostly men and with a lot of male fans completely attracted to her. she could sleep with almost anyone she wanted to.

amanda dug into her bag, pulling out a pair of matching panties and bra. zebra striped with pink lining. they were probably one of the more expensive parts of her wardrobe. she liked to look like she had the money to at least buy nice undergarments, which most people didn't. she cared what she looked like, always. all her underwear and bras had matches. it was slutty and such, but she didn't care what other bitches thought of her. she would know when it got out of hand, and it hadn't yet. she also pulled out an extremely short, hot pink dress, smiling to herself. this was her outfit today, and probably some heels. it would be fun, she was sure. he looked like he had some experience from the pictures she'd seen, and from when she'd observed him onstage. she smiled to herself and locked herself in the back room of her bus, tearing her clothes off. she was only wearing baggy pajama bottoms and a tight tanktop. boy short boxer underwear and no bra. she could see someone stop and stare through the window and leaned over, her breasts hanging out all over the place smiling down at him before shutting the blinds. she clipped her bra into place and pulled the thong up her legs, looking over her tattoos in the mirror for a second, sighing to herself. quickly, she pulled the dress over her body, it barely covered her butt. she gave a satisfied nod of her head, rushing into the bathroom with a brush. she combed through her long bleached blond locks, smlinging to herself as she ran the flat iron through it, her fingers fidgetting. she looked like a whore by the looks of her clothing, but her face was plain. she hated herself without makeup.

quickly, the girl picked up her foundation, dabbing some of it in the right places and watching as it blended into her skin, then took her cover up in her hands, swirling a little makeup brush around, letting the powder sprinkle all over her face, working it into her skin. her skin looks flawless now, but her eyes looked dull and uncolorful, which was never okay to her. she opened her liquid eyeliner, making dark lines on the top of her eyelid, extending it just outside of her lashes, screwing the top back on. her stick eyeliner was in her hands within seconds, laying a thick layer of black against her bottom eye lashes, she blinked in the mirror for a second, closing her eyeliner and picking up her mascara. she let the black liquid enlongate her lashes, blinking again before putting clear lip gloss over her lips. she was one of her better days, she looked good. she looked the way she wanted to and with another nod into the mirror and an unsure falter of her lips, she went back out to her suitcase, putting her pajamas back in, zipping it up. she quickly scribbled out a note saying not to worry about her and all that jazz before letting her shoes slip onto her feet. her shoes made her a whole four inches taller, making her five foot five inches. she bent down, clipping the buckles into place, walking over to the door. she was finally feeling pretty and was ready to go, easily walking down the steps and across the gravel, smirking to herself. most people wondered how she walked so easily on this kind of ground with that kind of heel, but she was more than used to it by now. it was something she had learned to do since the year before. this was her second year on the nineteen stars tour, her band had been one of the five that had been asked to come back the year before, and hopefully this year would be the year they would be signed at the end of the year, but that really had nothing to do with what she was about to do.

she searched for i make scenes burn's bus and a smile pressed against her lips. she knocked lightly and stepped back, her hip popped out a tad bit, waiting for him to come to the door, humming one of the bands songs to herself. it was one of zui's. "storm, stand up and recieve this award. i am pleased to pronounce you a whore. storm, you're such a disease, you're the queen of the sleaze. rule the world from your knees." the words were singing themselves in her head and the bars buzzing in her throat. she loved that song and had been one of the people to help her friend write the song. it was fun and sounded great. as long as the words weren't leaving her mouth, though, she was good..because she was about to meet storm's "brother". she didn't think they were related, but it didn't really matter. even if they were, storm still had some weird ass attraction to him. she could tell, and she was about to break all the little girl's dreams.

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