Post by zackarie arlen preston on Dec 9, 2009 12:57:02 GMT
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]full name....full? really? can't i ju-- oh, fine. zackarie arlen preston.
nicknames.zap! i like that, zap, eh? awesome.. oh, other nicknames? er, zak, carrot top, shorty mcshort-short, zackattack and zackazzle.
age & birthday.i am seventeen as of thanksgiving day.
gender.uh- last time i checked i was a female, so... unless i've sprouted a penis since then i'm still a female.
category.tour..ist, well i am touring, so yeah!
jobprofessional mess maker, awesome right?! i think so- i'm joking, a musician.
likesuhm, the sound of rain on the window pane (omg that rhymed, haa!); the smell of freshly baked bread; early sunsets; dork glasses; the color orange; energy drinks fersurre!; sitting on the floor; sitting on the tables; jumping on people's backs; cuddles; apples; platonic kisses; hello kitty; sharpie pens; skinny jeans; oversized hoodies; christmas cards; lego; shiny stuff; glitter;making a messart; cartoon and novelty socks.
dislikeser, watching horror movies alone; overly jealous people (like, seriously.. what the foock?); enthusiasts (proper, proper ones); being alone; the feeling of emptiness; being hungry; roller skates; fake christmas trees; 'prep' girls; watching people's disgusting habits; the beach; having sticky hands; running out of eyeliner; running out of mascara; no muse for lyrics; forgetting the words; being ill; snakes; rodents; home; hot coffee.
goalsi would love to help make the band more of a success, and i would also like to visit africa in a couple of years or less, or so. oh, i'd also like to eat my weight in chocolate ('cause it sounds like fun).
fearsi'm very, very; and don't tell anyone this, 'kay? i'm very, very scared of 'losing myself', also stupid things like the ocean and the dark- well not really; i'm not exactly afraid of the dark i'm more or less afraid of what lies inside the dark.
secretsi've... never had a boyfriend; so yes, i am still a virgin, and i put my father in prison...
personalitypeople have described me as; loud; bouncy; hyperactive; occasionally quiet; shy; attentative; sweet; easily amused/excited; secretive; loyal; down-to-earth and funny.
familynot much to say really. there's my mommy, my sister, brother and my father.
hometownin a pineapple under the sea! ... seriously? the tour bus at the moment.
historyi was born- that's significant, right? alright, so i grew up in a troubled household- my father hit my mommy, me and my siblings around whenever he was drunk or stressed (usually both and all the time). i used music as a means of escape; forming a band with three of my closest friends. we hit pretty big just after i turned fourteen, which was fun - but also around the time my father killed my sister in front of me. he said that i would be next if i went to the police, but... i went to the police anyway and got him put in jail for life. anyway, so yeah; our band hit big time just after i turned fourteen and we had our first album. we're currently working on our third album, right now. touring in kyoto and taking a break.hi, i'm JULIET and i've been roleplay for NINE HUNDRED years now. this here is ZAK, my FIRST character here, who looks like HAYLEY WILLIAMS. i found this site through COOKIES.
* everything you say,
EVERY TIME WE KISS, I CAN'T THINK STRAIGHT,
(but i'm okay, and i can't think of anybody else who i hate to miss as much as i hate missing you).
So, practice was what? Supposedly the act of rehearsing something over and over- well, it was very repetitive, but what was it for? Well, according to Felix it was; the important process of improving and mastering whatever it was that you were 'practicing' on. For Felix it was boring old maths. He'd been told to stay behind after school because he'd caused a disruption half way through the math lesson, causing everyone to stop their work to see what was going on. Of course, there had been an uproar and the class decided that they didn't want to settle down on anything, or do their work - courtesy of Felix, who, by the way, was a little more than proud of this fact. He found it unusually funny to disrupt classes that he didn't like much to the disapprovement of the teacher- which he found all the more funnier, 'cause he found them to be obnoxious and annoying. Well, only the teachers of the lessons that he didn't particularly enjoy anyway, like maths! Anyway, he'd caused the disruption, told to stay behind to finish off his work and 'improve' it so that it was 'up to standard', and wasn't allowed to go home until he completed all three pages in the text book that he'd been assigned. Of course there had been a few mumbled curse words under his breath and the middle finger up at the teacher once his back was turned. Grumpy old men, Felix was now annoyed and bored. Not a very good combination when you were Felix Jakoby Asher, not good in the slightest.[/center][/quote]
However; he had managed to finish his maths in no time- mostly from copying the answers at the back of the book and trying not to look suspicious every time the teacher looked up from his own book to see how he was doing with the work. Occasionally Felix would flash him an obnoxious grin before waiting until the old git went back to his book, so that he could copy the answers from the back quickly before he looked up again. It was a perfect ploy, he knew that he'd be able to get away with it because the teacher was one of these 'past his sell-by date' teachers, because he had a rather uncanny resemblence to Santa Clause. Again; this was according to Felix since he was the one sitting in the classroom with him, doing maths and hoping that he wasn't going to die from boredom. "San-- sir, I've finished!" Yes, Felix did almost call his teacher Santa. He looked up from his desk and then got up, shuffling very slowly over to where the teenage boy was seated with a rather smug smile on his face; floppy hair falling in his eyes and purple American Apparel hoodie. The teacher looked over his work, grumbled under his breath- which Felix could smell, since the old man was a little too close for comfort, he could also smell other stuff too, like Whiskey. Anyway, he looked over his work, gave him a B and sent him out of the classroom without a single word. Felix thought prehaps this was because he was afraid of his false teeth falling out? Either way he was glad to get out of the classroom and outside, into the fresh air.
A rather loud, long yawn escaped his lips as he looked up at the sky, a faint smile crossed his lips as he thought about what he was going to do now that he'd finished school; so to speak. Ruffling his hair, Felix pulled out his cell phone to see if anyone had called him, or at least sent him a text message- apparently not. Grumbling to himself, the male twitched his nose to one side and looked around. God this place was boring when there was no Flora, or Parker around to entertain him. Damn, maybe he should call either one of them, or send them a text? Yeah; that was a good idea, but which one? That was his dilemna. Felix started to walk as he thought about who would be a good person to get up to no good with. "Eh, Parker's probably with Ellie." He mumbled to himself, tapping his finger against his cell phone and then against his chin in his 'I'm clever' way, even though he wasn't that intelligent. In fact he was pretty average grade wise- with the exception of music, of course. "Flora's probably, erm, I don't know." His mumblings to himself earned him a couple of well deserved strange looks from passers by as he continued to walk down the path, not really knowing where he was going, or where he wanted to go. "Call Flora, you know you want to." Felix told himself, a smirk forming across his lips as he looked up the contacts on his cell phone and came across her number. "Or, just send her a text?" Felix opted for the text message, telling her that he was going to the mall and wondering if she 'would be so kind as to meet me there'. Hopefully she would meet him there, it would be fun talking to her, yep!
Scratching the side of his nose, Felix sent the message, put his phone back into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his iPod. Shoving the ear buds in his ears, the male selected 'Poker Face' a cover of Lady Gaga's own song, sung by You Me At Six - if he was honest, and he was.. occasionally, he'd have to admit that he preferred You Me At Six's version of Poker Face a lot better than the original. Though he definitely wouldn't be one to say that films were better than the original books. Anyway, once he arrived at the mall he decided to grab two bottles of Lucozade and then in the middle of the floor with his legs splayed, humming loudly to the music on his iPod and bobbing his head around. It was like a mini-rave, sure people were looking at him, but Felix didn't really seem to care all that much. He was having fun by himself; anticipating the fun that he was going to have when Flora arrived, if she arrived. Hopefully she would. Felix was deprived of her kisses. Speaking of kisses, he decided that a kiss was the first thing he was going to steal from her as soon as she got here.
(* word count; noidea * tagged; flora! * status; completed! * lyrics; 6 months by hey monday * outfit; here! * image & layout; mineallmine, no stealing! * music; be the one by the ting tings * notes; sorry this is kinda sucky D:)
