Post by NOLAN ZACCARIAH LEVSKIE on Jul 25, 2010 16:03:18 GMT -5
WELCOME TO TOUR, NOLAN ZACCARIAH LEVSKIE!
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nolie, blaze in the sky, lead singer, twenty-one, alexander gaskarth
so this is nolan. he's twenty-one years old, and lives by himself normally except for a small papillion named sebastion in a small apartment back in chicago. he likes cigarettes and weed as much as he does women, which is quite a lot. he's extremely sweet-hearted, though, and treats women like queens. however, this is completely due to the fact that he is vulnerable as hell, no thanks to his checkered past. he's extremely sensitive about topics such as suicides and abuse, because of his brother's self-inflicted death and mother's rough hands, but otherwise he can talk about just about anything with anyone. he has an ex-girlfriend who he never brings up because she hurt him gravely, but that hasn't really stopped him from appreciating a woman's soft skin and touch. he falls head over heels for anyone who gives him the time of day, which ends up sending him reeling in heartache three out of five times. he has ocd and add, but is heavily medicated and just acts a little crazy more than anything.
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The girl hadn't had the most phenomonal upbringing either...Her father was nowhere to be found, jumped ship years ago and then dropped off the face of the planet, and her mother was kind of absentee. Her father left in the early years of Nevaeh's life, and from that point on, her professional model mother was completely guarded against men. Men were evil to the woman, men caused nothing but trouble. Which was why the woman truly would remain eternally single for the rest of her given life. She couldn't find it in her icy heart to trust again, so she'd be lonely and alone for the rest of her days. And it seemed that with her relationship went her body image, and she started going in a downward spiral appearance wise. She logically began growing old, and by age thirty, she was dismissed from the fashion industry and forced into a secretarial job in Jersey. In the mean time though, Nevaeh had gotten slightly sucked into that world before her mother had been kicked out. She spent her afternoons and weekends waiting for her mother at work, surronded by flawless, emotionless, skinny women who wouldn't even give Nevaeh the time of day as long as she weighed over 100 pounds and wouldn't join them in their serial puke in the office bathrooms promptly after any tidbit of food entered their mouths. In fact, it wasn't long before the industry began taking a negative effect on the impressionable teenage Nevaeh, and befriending a young model who had a habit of cocaine in addition to barfing was the final push the young girl needed. She began skipping out on meals too, and following the older girl around nearly every night to party after party, participating in every questionable act that occured, simply because she didn't want to be considered a baby around the group of people she was hanging around with. Pretty soon, her mother caught wind of her nasty little habits and instead of offering the young girl help and compassion, she plucked her from her social life and school and shipped them both off to a little town outside New York city for her "own good." Really, she was just doing it as a last resort, and so she wouldn't need to face the shame of being a model turned secretary anymore. So this was the perfect way out. After this ridiculous childhood, it was a wonder Nevaeh wasn't more screwed up. She just had trouble eating sometimes.
As the hotel door swung open and the boy stood in front of her with the biggest grin she'd ever seen him pull, she couldn't help but do the same. His face was infectious and she felt an overwhelming desire to kiss him just right then and there. Even when he called her beautiful, which normally she'd argue with him over until no end. But instead she dove into his chest and wrapped her arms around his midsection to control herself. She felt the wind rush out of her as she was squeezed and she let out a tiny "oomph" and a giggle, knowing he wouldn't squeeze hard enough to actually hurt her. She was a tough little thing, he knew it, he'd been on the wrong side of it a few times, but regardless he always treated her with gentle care that completely contradicted himself as the way that most knew him. Sure, Nevaeh would have liked to believe that she was special and important to the boy, but she knew that would just be a lie. She was just the fun of the chase. She knew for a fact he wouldn't "love her in the morning", or however that saying went. She wasn't exactly a prize winning in her opinion. Nevaeh rolled her huge brown eyes as he complimented her, tugging the sleeves of her sweatshirt down to cover her shaking hands. She hadn't eaten for at least two days. She'd gotten too busy and forgotten. Good thing we aren't mates, then! She tutted, giving him a quick smack to the butt as he walked into the room, putting the door's lock into place out of simple paranoia. She rushed to the boxes of food once he put them down, bouncing up and down on her heels as she waited for him to open them all up. She snatched up the first box she saw and wanted, crawling onto the big bed with it and a plastic fork- chop sticks would be lost on her. She patted the space next to her on the bed, almost devouring her food she was so hungry. It was quite a feat for the 109-pound female. You absolutely can pick anything you want to watch for doing this for me. She told him once she'd finished up, setting the boxes onto the floor before flopping down onto her back, tilting her head to look up at him. Her arms reached out for his face, squishing his cheeks together gently as her mouth broke out into a grin. You're puffy. Nevaeh told him quietly, laughing once again before she sat up on her knees, subtly reaching for his side now to tickle him, having been all pent up with energy today and stuck in her hotel room.
As the hotel door swung open and the boy stood in front of her with the biggest grin she'd ever seen him pull, she couldn't help but do the same. His face was infectious and she felt an overwhelming desire to kiss him just right then and there. Even when he called her beautiful, which normally she'd argue with him over until no end. But instead she dove into his chest and wrapped her arms around his midsection to control herself. She felt the wind rush out of her as she was squeezed and she let out a tiny "oomph" and a giggle, knowing he wouldn't squeeze hard enough to actually hurt her. She was a tough little thing, he knew it, he'd been on the wrong side of it a few times, but regardless he always treated her with gentle care that completely contradicted himself as the way that most knew him. Sure, Nevaeh would have liked to believe that she was special and important to the boy, but she knew that would just be a lie. She was just the fun of the chase. She knew for a fact he wouldn't "love her in the morning", or however that saying went. She wasn't exactly a prize winning in her opinion. Nevaeh rolled her huge brown eyes as he complimented her, tugging the sleeves of her sweatshirt down to cover her shaking hands. She hadn't eaten for at least two days. She'd gotten too busy and forgotten. Good thing we aren't mates, then! She tutted, giving him a quick smack to the butt as he walked into the room, putting the door's lock into place out of simple paranoia. She rushed to the boxes of food once he put them down, bouncing up and down on her heels as she waited for him to open them all up. She snatched up the first box she saw and wanted, crawling onto the big bed with it and a plastic fork- chop sticks would be lost on her. She patted the space next to her on the bed, almost devouring her food she was so hungry. It was quite a feat for the 109-pound female. You absolutely can pick anything you want to watch for doing this for me. She told him once she'd finished up, setting the boxes onto the floor before flopping down onto her back, tilting her head to look up at him. Her arms reached out for his face, squishing his cheeks together gently as her mouth broke out into a grin. You're puffy. Nevaeh told him quietly, laughing once again before she sat up on her knees, subtly reaching for his side now to tickle him, having been all pent up with energy today and stuck in her hotel room.
