Post by Isabella Castellona on Apr 8, 2009 20:33:03 GMT -5
ISABELLA GRACE CASTELLONA 'S BEEN ON THE RUN
DRIVING IN THE SUN
LOOKING OUT FOR NUMBER ONE.
hey, you! yeah, i'm talking to you. wake the hell up! good.
welcome to the When You Were Young tour. it is
mandatory that you fill out this paperwork. yes, all of it. why?
because we doggone said so, that's why! now take a seat and
please be quiet. i said be quiet!
CALIFORNIA HERE WE COME,
RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED FROM.
"Bella, Bee, Izzy, and Anorexic Art Freak if your name is Johnny Wood"
I HAVE TO ASK: MALE, FEMALE, OR SOMETHING IN BETWEEN?
"Female."
GOOD, I WAS STARTING TO WORRY. NOW, HOW OLD ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"Eighteen, born on October 2nd, it was miserable and it was cold."
WELL, YOU LOOK YOUNG FOR YOUR AGE. HOW DO YOU STAY IN SHAPE?
"If you call being too thin in shape I do it because I don't like eating. It's not something I'm proud of but something painfully obvious."
OH, I'LL HAVE TO TRY THAT. MOVING ON: YOUR HAIR, IS THAT YOUR NATURAL COLOR?
"Always has been and I don't plan on changing it any time soon. It's also this naturally curly, it's big and it's obnoxious."
DON'T MEAN TO BE A PEST BUT, HOW TALL ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"I'm a shrimp, maybe five feet and an inch or two."
I WOULD NEVER HAVE CONSIDERED THAT GEORGE CLOONEY MIGHT BE GAY. WHAT ABOUT YOU?
"I don't pay much attention to George Clooney, the whole not from the states thing put's a damper on that. I'm straight though if that's any help."
OH REALLY? WELL, WHAT BAND ARE YOU IN WHAT'S YOUR POSITION?
"Not in one, I only recently moved to the states, I sing on the sly. But the tour saw my work and advertisement and hired me to shoot the bands. Not really any of them in particular, just whoever is playing."
WELL THEN, WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?
"Oh you know the usual, long walks on the beach, washing my hair, writing nasty little letters to Johnny. Psyche. In reality I mostly just play a bit of piano and I draw, a lot. Photography was something I just had a knack for but drawing...that's my passion. It's my life."
DON'T WORRY, THIS IS ALL CONFIDENTIAL. GO AHEAD, TELL US WHAT YOU ENJOY.
"Cigarettes, fresh charcoal pencils, listening to some good folk music, shopping but mostly at vintage shops. I like my dog Stella, though I don't see much of her any more. Black coffee with another cigarette on the side. I don't like Starbucks much, they don't brew it well. I like real Italian food, big surprise when you read my name yeah? And I like taking candid shots of people that really show off someone's personality."
WHAT ABOUT SOMETHING THAT GETS ON YOUR NERVES?
"Johnny Wood, name ring a bell? He can kiss my ass. I hate people who think they know my life story when they don't. Girls who dress like whores to get attention. Guys that wear tighter clothes than I do. Loud mouths. Greasy hamburgers and fries. Beer, I like my liquor and I like it straight. Oh and I hate pill poppers, they're a bunch of whiny and hyper bitches."
I'LL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT. SO, ARE YOU GOOD AT ANYTHING?
"Just art really. Drawing, photography, creative stuff. I play piano and can sing a bit but that's really it. I'm not super outgoing or manipulative, I'm not good at getting what I want either. I'm really shy, I like to stick to the shadows so that narrows my options down quite a bit.."
THAT'S INTERESTING, NOW WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
"Standing up for myself. I'm awful at getting out of my shell, I don't like talking to people and I stutter a bit. I'm a terrible dancer and terrible at most other instruments. I'm not good at making friends and not good at getting or keeping a boyfriend. People normally don't like me. Relationships, just a terrible idea in all senses."
I BET I CAN BEAT YOU IN A THUMB WRESTLE AND HOLD MY BREATHE LONGER THAN YOU AT THE SAME TIME.
"Probably, I have little thumbs and my lungs are all full of tar. Yeah I'm an idiot, I know."
YOU MUST THINK I'M CRAZY. OH WELL, SAY, WHAT KIND OF QUALITIES DO YOU LIKE IN A SPOUSE?
"Big dark eyes, a charming smile, nice frame. I'm not going to lie a boy with an acoustic guitar and a rough Ray Lamontagne voice makes my heart pitter patter. That's really all you need to know. "
OH, I GUESS I'M NOT YOUR TYPE THEN, EH? WELL, WHAT DO YOU FIND UNATTRACTIVE IN A PERSON?
"Bad snarky attitudes. Boys who don't believe in proper hygiene. Guys who think they're super bad ass when in reality they're just your average joe. Over processed hair and bad tattoos."
FINE, BE LIKE THAT. I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYWAYS.
"Big surprise, like I said most don't."
OK, WE'RE GONNA PLAY A GAME. I'M GOING TO ASK SOME SIMPLE QUESTIONS, AND YOUR GOING TO SAY THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND, OK?
"Whatever."
FAVORITE FOOD?
"Good Italian Fettucini Alfredo."
FAVORITE MOVIE?
"Current is Slumdog Millionaire, of all time most likely David Bowie/Jim Henson's the Labyrinth"
FAVORITE BAND/ARTIST?
"Toss up between Death Cab for Cutie and Ray Lamontagne."
FAVORITE DRINK?
"Vodka straight with a bit of lime to chase it."
FAVORITE SUBJECT?
"Art?"
FAVORITE SPICE GIRL?
"Posh, she had the best hair."
FAVORITE TV SHOW?
"Buffy/Angel series."
FAVORITE HOLIDAY AND SEASON?
"I don't have a family, so holidays not real important."
FAVORITE WORD?
"Asshole."
FAVORITE FAMOUS DEAD PERSON?
"Vincent Van Gogh"
FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?
"Middle of the night until early in the morning, dawnish."
FAVORITE COLOR?
"Olive."
FAVORITE BOOK?
"Princess Bride."
FAVORITE TOY?
"Childhood, I had a stuffed pig named Max. Now would most definitely have to be my iPhone, can't leave home without it."
WELL, WASN'T THAT FUN? ON TO THE SERIOUS SHIT. TELL ME A BIT ABOUT YOURSELF.
"I don't like people, I don't like talking to people, I don't like making friends. I'm shy and reserved and I have a hard time with happiness. My life has been hard and things keep getting harder so I don't smile often. If you're able to get past that shell I'm actually pretty fun. Sarcastic and friendly, I can be quite enjoyable and have a sort of childlike personality. I like being near people I'm close to, hugging them or holding hands. Affection is something I thrive for embarrassingly enough."
MHMM, AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?
"Non existent really. My mother and father died in a car accident when I was twelve, hit by a drunk. My cousin and best friend died when I was fourteen, suicide. I have an older cousin Malachai that keeps tabs on me, he's all I have left and I love him for it."
VERY INTERESTING. SO HOW DID YOU END UP IN AT THIS TOUR?
"I was born in Sicily, grew up there until I was 15. After Jen died me and Chai were never quite the same so his parents sent us to a boarding school. It was there that I really started doing photography. When I graduated a few of my teachers sent my work around and some how the tour got a hold of it and called me in."
RIGHT ON, MY FRIEND. SO, CAN YOU TELL US WHAT WAS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
"My favorite memory was when I was 9. Malachai had taken us to the beach, he was 11, and it was just the three of us. Before the drugs and the sex and the music had taken hold of us. We just played in the sand cause it was too cold to swim. But it was nice, nothing really too special. Nothing too over the top. It was just before all the drama in my life really took hold."
HOW, LOVELY. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR WORST MEMORY?
"God, why are you asking me this. When I was fourteen I remember Chai called me begging for me to come over. I arrived just in time to hear a blood curdling scream slip from the bathroom. I clawed at the door and finally we pushed long enough it gave way. My cousin was dead on the floor, she'd OD-ed on Heroin and cut her wrists to speed up the process. Real great memory, thanks for asking."
NOW, JUST WONDERING. WHAT RELIGION ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"Raised catholic, not sure if I believe there is a god anymore."
WHAT SORT OF CAREER WILL YOU GO INTO THEN?
"I'll be doing photography for the rest of my life most likely. My dream would be to live in New York and just show my work off in galleries. I want to be an artist, I want people to see my life through my perspective."
WHAT HAPPENED TO BE YOUR FIRST WORDS?
"Don't know and quite honestly don't really care."
OMGWTFBBQ?!? WELL, LOOK AT THAT. I'VE NEVER SEEN A GENIE ACTUALLY COME OUT OF THE BOTTLE. WHAT ARE YOUR THREE WISHES?
"Be normal. Have my cousin back in my life. Have my parents back. I know boring, no crazy wishes for me."
WOW, WASN'T THAT FASCINATING?
"Uh? What?"
SO, YOU, UH, WITH ANYBODY AT THE PRESENT MOMENT?
"No not particularly. I'm pretty sure we just had a conversation about how terrible I am at relationships."
WELL, YOU WANNA GO OUT SOME TIME? WHERE CAN I TAKE YA?
"Take me to a museum or a nice coffee shop show, take me to a metal show and you're a dead man."
HEY, IF YOUR NOT BUSY FRIDAY...WANNA GO OUT?
"Yeah, no thanks."
ALRIGHT, WHATEVER/COOL. THIS INTERVIEW IS COMING TO AN END. ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TELL US?
"Despite the looks, despite the attitude I'm somebody. I'm bigger than you think and much more talented than you'd expect. I may look like some shy librarian but honestly I've been around the block. I used to drink, I used to do drugs, I went through my town slut stage. I'm bigger than it today but I'll surprise you. Know that."
THIS FAKE INTERVIEWER DUDE GUY WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN FIVE SECONDS.
"Praise god, or whatever the hell is listening to me."
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ON THE STEREO,
LISTEN AS WE GO,
DRIVING DOWN THE 101.
SARAH/b] has been trying to escape this doggone planet for SEVENTEEN years,
but they've found themselves stuck in the vortex of role playing for FIVE years.
too bad. we could have busted them out if they didn't live all the way in
the CENTRAL timezone. you can always reach them at xsarahsayssing / AIM.
hold up, you'll need the password, which is YOURE SO GOOD AT STRETCHING THE TRUTH INTO A SUGAR COATED LIE EVERYONE TAKES A BITE and we'll need
to see some proof that you're a GIRL. yep, pull down those pants.
ok, well, i'll just take your paperwork and be going:
Sammy had told Foxx.
Foxx had told Blaine.
That was how it always worked though when you were out of touch with the Clones. No matter how close you were to the person they were planning someone for, if you weren't one of them no one thought to tell you.
Blaine didn't want to go. I mean being surrounded by people who had scorned you at your worst wasn't her idea of fun, but maybe that was just her being selfish. Regardless Will was her best friend, not only her best but probably her only as well which was even more sad. All things considered it made sense, they were both the worst breed of human kind and so they bonded well. The girl had woken that morning with a sense of dread. She wanted to be there for him and she wanted him to stop before it was too late. But Will would lash out if a room full of Royal girl's filled the McLane house hold. Half those girls could give a shit about what he did with himself. The only thing they did worry about was his money, his looks, and the reputation of the long gone school. She would still go though and she'd be civil, well maybe. Will weighed in more than her own well-being at this point and she would do this. If only to be a breath of fresh air in a constricting room of lecturing and judgmental faces.
She'd rolled out of bed with a groan that morning, well more like noon but morning for her. The girl hadn't slept at all that night worrying about this and had fought herself from warning Will last night. She'd resisted, comforting herself with a sweet and hopefully not hintful message to the boy via texting. hey bby, i love you no matter what. be careful out there It was very out of character for her but he was a bit too dense to probably pick up on it. Quickly she tossed a thin green highwaisted skirt on over a white tank top. A vest over that with multiple gold necklaces over her neck. A silver whistle clashed immensely with the gold but she didn't really notice. Running a straightener and some hairspray through her platinum hair she slid into a pair of black flats, those cute gladiator shoes that had gotten so big recently. With one quick brush of eyeliner and mascara she was out the door.
A few mere seconds later she was pulling up in her brand new Mercedes and climbing out. God she hated Foxxer for not coming but he hated this sort of stuff, the boy didn't want to ruin a friendship or be over bearing. Hopefully Noelle would be here though and Blaine would have an ally. Pushing open the front door she followed the voices walking in and fighting back a groan. Her eyes trailed over the group eyes fierce as if daring them to say something. She knew they wouldn't have expected her, Sammy was the only one that knew how tight nit Blaine and Will's friendship was and that was only because of Foxxer. "Nice hair Candy." She said with a teasing smile before moving through the room and placing herself on the edge of the sofa next to Samantha. "Hey." Her voice was soft as she spoke to the blonde headed girl, eyes continuing to fall on each face. What god damn hypocrites, all of them. Seeing Edward made her even more upset and she sent him a heart freezing glare. What the hell was he doing here. "Not to be rude Sam, cause I know you dated him, but why the fuck is Ed here? You guys do realize it will make Will real mad for that kid to be saying that Will needs to change." She stage whispered really, well aware that her voice would be heard by all. Blaine normally had a pleasant musical voice, light and high, but today when she spoke it dripped in sarcasm. She was just waiting for someone to say something and her eyes were daring as she met contact with Ed.
Blaine had no shame and she had no fear.
At least on the outside.
Foxx had told Blaine.
That was how it always worked though when you were out of touch with the Clones. No matter how close you were to the person they were planning someone for, if you weren't one of them no one thought to tell you.
Blaine didn't want to go. I mean being surrounded by people who had scorned you at your worst wasn't her idea of fun, but maybe that was just her being selfish. Regardless Will was her best friend, not only her best but probably her only as well which was even more sad. All things considered it made sense, they were both the worst breed of human kind and so they bonded well. The girl had woken that morning with a sense of dread. She wanted to be there for him and she wanted him to stop before it was too late. But Will would lash out if a room full of Royal girl's filled the McLane house hold. Half those girls could give a shit about what he did with himself. The only thing they did worry about was his money, his looks, and the reputation of the long gone school. She would still go though and she'd be civil, well maybe. Will weighed in more than her own well-being at this point and she would do this. If only to be a breath of fresh air in a constricting room of lecturing and judgmental faces.
She'd rolled out of bed with a groan that morning, well more like noon but morning for her. The girl hadn't slept at all that night worrying about this and had fought herself from warning Will last night. She'd resisted, comforting herself with a sweet and hopefully not hintful message to the boy via texting. hey bby, i love you no matter what. be careful out there It was very out of character for her but he was a bit too dense to probably pick up on it. Quickly she tossed a thin green highwaisted skirt on over a white tank top. A vest over that with multiple gold necklaces over her neck. A silver whistle clashed immensely with the gold but she didn't really notice. Running a straightener and some hairspray through her platinum hair she slid into a pair of black flats, those cute gladiator shoes that had gotten so big recently. With one quick brush of eyeliner and mascara she was out the door.
A few mere seconds later she was pulling up in her brand new Mercedes and climbing out. God she hated Foxxer for not coming but he hated this sort of stuff, the boy didn't want to ruin a friendship or be over bearing. Hopefully Noelle would be here though and Blaine would have an ally. Pushing open the front door she followed the voices walking in and fighting back a groan. Her eyes trailed over the group eyes fierce as if daring them to say something. She knew they wouldn't have expected her, Sammy was the only one that knew how tight nit Blaine and Will's friendship was and that was only because of Foxxer. "Nice hair Candy." She said with a teasing smile before moving through the room and placing herself on the edge of the sofa next to Samantha. "Hey." Her voice was soft as she spoke to the blonde headed girl, eyes continuing to fall on each face. What god damn hypocrites, all of them. Seeing Edward made her even more upset and she sent him a heart freezing glare. What the hell was he doing here. "Not to be rude Sam, cause I know you dated him, but why the fuck is Ed here? You guys do realize it will make Will real mad for that kid to be saying that Will needs to change." She stage whispered really, well aware that her voice would be heard by all. Blaine normally had a pleasant musical voice, light and high, but today when she spoke it dripped in sarcasm. She was just waiting for someone to say something and her eyes were daring as she met contact with Ed.
Blaine had no shame and she had no fear.
At least on the outside.
CALIFORNIA HERE WE COME,
RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED FROM.
say hold up, wait a minute. let me put some pimpin' in
it! yep, that's right, this sexy application template was made
by yours truly: CHRISS a.k.a. LENNY GOT LAID ?! @
CAUTION 2.0. yeah, see those fawesome lyrics? that be
california by none other than phantom planet. and by the way,
if you happen to remove this little credit, i'll sned vampires
after you in the night to rip out your jugular. and they won't
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