ILEANA, Isabelle Sugar

[isabelle]

isabelle sugar ileana.
twenty-one ,, St. George, Utah ,, stylist ,, bisexual ,, odd
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"BELLE CALL ME THE FUCK BACK IT'S YOUR SISTER. YES, YOUR VERY VERY VERY PISSED OFF SISTER, YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE LEAVING THE BAND AFTER TOUR!? I THOUGHT WE AGREED WE WOULDN'T SPLIT BECAUSE WELL, YOU'RE MY SISTER. YOU SAID TO ME "ABSOLUTELY NOT LONDON, I WILL NEVER LEAVE THE BAND? T HONESTLY, YOU LIED TO ME I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU. THIS IS LONDON WHO IS REPLACING YOU."

"Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get angry. I'm just sick of that place. I know you wanted to go on break and everything after tour and everything to calm down and write the new album....Yeah..I didn't think you were actually going to call it quits and go to school or something. Jesus christ, I mean....Yeah, I miss you though."

" Dear it's your mother. How are you doing? I heard from your sister that you left? Well, I didn't know what your motives were...really. I mean, you upset her. You know how hard she worked on the band. Their new singer isn't as good as you were darling. Just calling to check on you though. Love mom."

" It's Alex baby...I miss you. I'll be back home from tour with your sister in a few months. Just don't spend all your time setting up the cafe okay? Oh, that rhymed. Anyways, I'll see you soon. I love you"

" OH MY GOD BELLLEEE YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED! Are you still mad at me for the whole being pissed off at you thing cause of leaving the band? I know I fucked up I'm sorry though. You're my favorite and only sister though. I love you"

"Belle, it's your father. I think it's great that you are getting married and all, but aren't you a little too young? Sweetheart, you are only eighteen. Maybe you should think this over yeah...? But, I love you and I respect your decisions"

"We're over, I can't believe you cheated on me with some dick from a band. I can't ever forgive you for this. You are such a bitch and I fucking hate you. The engagement is over."

" Can't believe you did that to him. God, Belle. You always mess shit up. I hope you have fun in you stupid little life..

So, that? Oh that was a list of voice mails from my so called wonderful family oh and a ex fiancee. Anyways, So, I'm from this little place called St. George, Utah. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. UTAH!? WHAT THE FUCK!? WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT!? in the middle of bumfuck really, yeah. I'm a rather odd person. I have my quirks but seriously, I'm just a stylist. Oh yeah, I work for for LoveLikePoetry, mhm, I make them look extra pretty and everything. Aren't I so good? haha. Anyways, I have a dry sense of humor. I'm also sorta sarcastic but I'm loved for it.

So, I'm pretty weird. I have a twin sister. Her name is London. Yeah, London and Isabelle. Woo, that's a great pair of names. Oh yeah, did I mention before I turned into a stylist I was in a band? Oh..Okay. Anyways. I was in a band with my sister. Then I left, returning to my small town after our huge tour. You see, she wasn't so happy. I was the singer..the really good singer that kinda knew who she was doing. I just didn't want the fame anymore. I opened up a coffee shop at seventeen with the help of a friend...well, he turned into my boyfriend who filled in as a guitarist for my sister's band.

Alex...well, Alex purposed to me...When I turned eighteen. Fucking weird right? So, I said yes. Because I had myself convinced that fuck I loved this guy right? Right. Anyways.. So that's how it went. Till I cheated on him. Well, I didn't want to get married. I was nineteen for god sakes. He yelled, my sister and my whole family hated me. I said whatever, fuck you I'm out. Found myself a job being a make up artist and hair stylist in L.A. Then I started working for a record label. That put me on tour with Lovelikepoetry. ""





^{hey, so i'm ana. i've been roleplaying for four years now. as well as this character, i also play none. you can reach me by pm is fine if you need me for anything. i found made up stories by relentless records and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

Saskia yawned a little. The Monster she had drank was only a one time thing. She only had a few moments of energy before it died back down. She was guessing she was getting immune to it. Eh, that just sucked. She wished they had stuff that was actually stronger than Monster. She had tried other energy drinks but none could come close. Oh, well. She would grow to live with it. After all, the shit was bad for her and she was probably going to die soon if she didn't stop drinking it. She had heard stories about people dying at young age from drinking stuff like that really fast and multiple times. Yeah, that's what Saskia did most of time, looking up how people died from energy drinks. Then again, what did she do with her spare time? Just band practice and write music.

“You have similar eyes.” “His seem more like a brutes.”

The red head could feel his eyes on here. She almost laughed, if Spencer caught any of this...Well, it wouldn't of been pretty. Her brother over reacted on many levels and with guys...Well, over reaction meant Spencer would lose his temper and beat the shit out of someone. That was normal though. He usually fought anyone who said anything to him. " Yeah, well. That's what some people say. He's tougher I guess." She said as she looked at the guys coming from the gym. Some stared while others kept moving. Jeez, Spencer would have a field day in here. Sometimes she worried about him.

She wondered if he wondered what the scars were from. Another look towards her wrists again sent her back into some memories. Saski bit down on her bottom lip. Explaining her story was rather difficult. She didn't have a problem it was just hard to say the least. Spencer never wanted anyone to know. He didn't think people should know of what happened to them before they came to England. She wondered if he had told anyone since they got here. Saski had kept quite about it. She didn't want people knowing all that much about her. She knew that Spencer had the matching scars on his wrists. Although, she had a few more. There was one on her cheek from where the knife hit when they told her to shut up. Saski was never the one to listen to orders.

She hated thinking about the whole accident. She hated it that she just left her parents for no good reason. Well, it was a good reason. She couldn't handle being the third best. Her sisters meant the world to them, while the twins were just teenagers, trying to make it big in the music business. Of course, their father never wanted them in the music business. He claimed to know it oh so well. She didn't care about what he knew. She just wanted to make them proud. When Spencer had wrote that song and she sang on it. It was good shit and she knew that they were going to make it big and when her father put her restraints on what they could release and what they could do pissed her off. But, it was his record label and she had to comply to his demands or else it would of never worked. She hated him for it for a while. She wasn't thrilled with his choices and she knew Spencer wasn't either. Hence, why they left. The note to their parents saying that they needed to get out of there and do what they wanted to do explained it all to them. Once again, they had lost two children. At least they were alive though.

Saski heard him laugh and shook her head. " Yeah, I know what your thinking. I'm allowed to not listen to him. Believe me I've been doing it everyday of my life. He is not as scary as he seems to be." She said as she knew that was a lie. Despite the way he looked, Spencer was strong and could take a lot of people. But, that was only if his schizophrenia made him a bit crazy that would be the only time he would lose complete control of his anger. It was hard to stop them from kicking someone's ass badly after that. But, Saskia had some control over him. Good thing too, it would be pretty bad if she didn't.

“Yeah, we normally hang around…Bit hard now and then, seeing as he is a freshmen.”


Saskia nodded, understanding him. She always thought that her and Spencer should be older than they are. Maybe because they had matured a lot since they had left home. Living by themselves with six older people because they were the youngest there. It was hard sometimes to not feel like you were suppose to be older. " Yeah, I wish sometimes we were older so we could hang out with our friends. " she rolled her eyes and sighed lightly. It sucked.


“Then again, I get him onto the quad with no problems. So he gets something out of it.”

Kia laughed " Well, whatever you have to do to keep him out of my hair." She said as she rubbed the back of her neck. She needed a new bed, her old one was attempting to kill her or so she thought. She'd probably just switch Spencer's bed for hers. " He gets annoying sometimes, I mean. I'm allowed to say that. I'm his sister." She stated as she shifted her weight to her other foot.


“Gym class heroes right? What song?”

She thought for a moment before listening to the song. " The Queen and I.. Yeah, that's it." She could hear the familiar drum beat to it and began to tap her fingers on the railing too it. It was a habit she had whenever she listen to music, she was always tapping her fingers or foot to some kind of beat. " Spencer tell you anything about me I should know?" A grin settled on to her lips as she tilted her head to the side. She had to know.

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