Post by camille smiths on Jun 17, 2009 0:18:08 GMT -5
NICKNAMES[/COLOR] Camille
AGE[/COLOR] Twenty One
GENDER[/COLOR] Female
ORIENTATION[/COLOR] Heterosexual
ON TOUR WITH[/COLOR] Sorry Bout Your Girl
AS THEIR[/COLOR] keyboardist and back up voaclist
SAID TO LOOK LIKE[/COLOR] Jen Hammer @ lookbook
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CAMILLE DISLIKES[/COLOR] shoes; bugs; drinking; spas; drinking; rain; roses; old people; red meat; cutleries; the media; bears; pencils; Disney channel; social networking; the bad crowd; drama; animals dressed in costumes; parody movies; I love New York
THEIR FEARS[/COLOR] going back to old habits; bugs; having everything in her life fall apart and it being her fault
THEIR SECRETS[/COLOR]
-before camille was the quiet sweet girl she is today she was a heavy drinker and drug user. but one high school summer she was rushed to the hospital with alcohol poisoning. afterwards her parents gathered some money up and sent her to rehab. she hasn’t touched a drop since.
-she loves the band, don’t get her wrong but she thinks she would be better off in another one or doing a solo project.
THEIR GOALS[/COLOR] to become successful in the music industry; visit all seven continents; find a husband, but it doesn’t have to be for another few years; do something with her life
THEIR STRENGTHS[/COLOR]
-singing; yes camille only does back up vocals but if she were to actually show off her talents you would be surprised
-playing instruments; though, she really has a love for the piano, ms. camille can pick up an instrument and learn how to play it. it may take her awhile to get it but she definitely has a gift there.
-causing drama; this is kind of a weakness but at the same time a strength. how a quiet girl like her causes so much of it, she herself doesn’t even know.
THEIR WEAKNESSES[/COLOR]
-bad boys; maybe it’s because she used to be a bad girl. or maybe it’s because she doesn’t like people that remind her of herself. either way camille sure has a thing for boys that don’t follow the rules.
-causing drama; somehow this quiet girl has obtained a knack for causing quite the scene without even saying a word. in recent years she has stolen boyfriends and fought her way out of friendships.
-being truthful; at times she can become quite the compulsive liar. if she is going out to eat and you ask her where she is going she’ll say something like ‘i’m not going anywhere just out for a walk.’ camille will lie about a lot of petty things because she had a problem with people actually knowing her.
THEIR PERSONALITY[/COLOR] Sweet and Caring; It’s almost impossible to find this girl without a smile on her face and without a bounce in her step. She’s one of those people that others are slightly freaked out by because there won’t be a reason to be smiling but she will be anyway. Camille acts kind of like a mother around her friends; always trying to make sure everyone is happy. She lives to please, well the majority of the time. If someone needs something done she is usually the first to volunteer. When people don’t help others like they are supposed to she will just give them a confused stare. She expects everyone to be like her, the problem is no one really is. Camille is also the kind of girl who will go around and help hurt animals or give money to the poor. She doesn’t really listen to a friends when they tell her the animal could have rabies or the homeless person just wants to get a cheap drink. She goes on with her thought process that everyone is good in their own way. It really completes that ‘new indie’ look going around right now. She should hit the head people up because she could be the poster child.
Miss Drama Starter; For being the sweet girl she is how, you might ask, does a girl start so much drama? It’s not something she lives for. In fact, she hates drama she has just been attracted to so much of it. Sometimes her drama comes from her lying. Take for example her boy drama. If a guy asked her if she was dating someone she could possibly say no with actually having a boyfriend at the moment. This actually has happened to her on more than one occasion. It will end pretty badly when both the guys meet each other. Then there is when she becomes part of some guys plot to cheat on his girlfriend. Yes, she has even broken up relationships. Perhaps she can’t really keep a straight relationship is because she tends to keep so naïve about them. In all the twenty one years of her life she has never actually had a serious relationship. As for friendships sometimes she’ll become jealous or sometimes her temper gets in the way.
Strange; From her compulsive lying to her almost too caring traits there is no denying she may be a little strange. It’s pretty hard for people to actually figure her out entirely. It’s probably because she plays an innocent card and seems too sweet. Most people wonder how a tiny girl like her could be such a ball of drama. When she is helping people out it is hard imagine that she could actually being lying to you about her age. Or perhaps when she starts dating someone she could actually be seeing two other people. Camille keeps her appearances, though. She looks like the sweet girl she is. If you want to figure her out, good luck. She has yet to even figure herself out.
A Tiny Nerd; I know what you’re thinking. Such a girly girl can’t be that into video games and conic books.
Her Mean Streak; Not the most likely out of her. She can take a lot of hell from people before the smile disappears from her face. Being so sweet, people tend to walk all over her. Or think making fun of her she won’t talk back. For the most part she can take it. It’s every once in a long while that she does fight back. When she does, you better watch out because she will not look twice before she punches the person getting on her nerves. Her insults can pierce the heart. When she still was heavily into drinking and drugs she had a short temper. She was actually known for the fights she got into. Once she was almost expelled but after she got out of rehab her temper was a lot different. Now she can tolerate a lot more before she becomes an angry beast.
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CURRENT RESIDENCE Las Vegas, NV
MOTHER'S NAME[/COLOR] Missy Smiths
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION[/COLOR] helps with Jason’s real estate business
FATHER'S NAME[/COLOR] Jason Smiths
FATHER'S OCCUPATION[/COLOR] works in real estate
SIBLINGS[/COLOR] Rusty Smiths, 23
HISTORY[/COLOR] As great as it would sound, Camille didn’t have an overly tragic life or an overly made one. No, she lived a normal life. Her parents didn’t go around killing people or own all the casinos in the world. Her father and mother met when Jason was still working on his real estate license. It was kind of like love at first site. After they were married they decided they, rather Jason, decided that there was much more business in the Central Valley so they moved from San Diego to Fresno. And he was right there was quite a lot of real estate that needed to be sold and before they knew it the young couple had some cash in their pockets.
Even though they had money there seemed to be something missing from their lives. And that thing was a child of their own. They had a little trouble and it almost seemed like Jason might have been sterile. But finally Missy became pregnant with a little girl. The doctors said that they were surprised that she actually did get pregnant after all the times they had tried. Nine months later little Camille was born into the world. The couple instantly fell in love with the small child and decided that since she had been such a blessing that they would encourage her in whatever she decided to do. As Camille grew up they provided her with a variety of things so she could choose what she wanted to do.
For the next four years of Camille’s life she lived the life of an only child. That was until she was dropped off at one of her parents’ friends house for a week. She cried for a night or two, thinking her parents weren’t ever coming back. It was the first time she had been away from them for more than a day. But the couple came back but this time with another child in the car. Six-year-old rusty was said to be her brother. At first she didn’t quite see it since the boy was much darker than her but she still had her youthful innocence and still believed her parents were right. In truth, and as she would come to find out, Rusty was adopted. That didn’t stop the whole family from still being one. He may have been from different parents but to the three he was one of the Smiths.
As school started for little Camille she found herself hanging out with the older kids. Her brother was the only person she knew at school so it was only fitting that she hung around with him. He didn’t seem to mind, in fact they were the best of friends. The kids did have a hard time believing they were related, though. This relationship continued through until her brother graduated elementary school. Finally, she was forced to make friends with the kids her age. As hard as she thought it would be, she was just another participant in the schoolyard games. In the fifth grade Camille even had her first boyfriend. They were the real deal, well at least as real as any elementary school relationship, which wasn’t much. She did have her first kiss with this first boy too.
As middle school came about so did puberty. She started to develop breasts and boys became way more attractive. As her childish imagination started to die out she found that the town was quiet boring for a preteen. Yes, there were malls and a few parks but those all got old fast. Especially, when you lived across town from all of the activities. She had her neighbors and schoolmates to hang out with and that was about it. In these middle school years she was introduced to drinking. One night she was spending the night at her friend Rebecca’s house when they decided sneak into Rebecca’s parent’s alcohol cabinet. They had no trouble pouring themselves a half cup of passion fruit vodka. The bottle was collecting dust in the back so the two girls were sure they wouldn’t miss the alcohol. It was no problem finding a chaser since her parent’s had designated a full 2-liter bottle of soda. Really, they hadn’t been thinking. Why would two middle school be into drinking? That night they both shared the cup of vodka while downing it with the soda. The taste was horrible but left Camille’s stomach feeling warm. After they had finished the cup they were quite intoxicated and ended up skinny dipping then passed out in Rebecca’s room.
After that night Camille found herself drinking more. Her parent’s usually thought she was innocently hanging out with her friends, nothing more. But it was surprising how many of her friends drank in middle school. Once she reached high school she was finally with her brother like she had been in elementary school. She already had new friends and found herself growing apart from her brother. She did hang out with the older kids and they dragged her along for parties which she didn’t mind at all. Of course occasionally she would see her awkward turtle brother at a few of the parties but by the end of the night she forgot about ever seeing him. When she drank she was usually a cool person, especially when she was introduced to pot. Only when she heard people talking smack to any of her friends or herself would she flip a bitch and get in a fight. As mentioned she smoked pot. That was just a start for her. Within a year of getting into the party scene she had tried too many drugs to count on two hands. What did her parent’s think about these habits? Well, the two just stayed oblivious to the whole fact. Camille would stay out until she was sober then just lie to her parents about what she was doing.
That was until the summer of her junior year. She had went to a big bash for someone she didn’t even know. At around four in the morning the young girl was found in the bathroom with her head in the toilet and in & out of conciousness. Her friends found her and rushed her to the hospital where she had to have her stomach pumped to prevent her from dying. Her parents were called by the police and finally her drinking problem was brought to light. Seeing that their daughter did have a problem they started to make calls all around the state. Eventually they found what seemed like a good rehab, it would just cost a pretty penny. And more than that, it was in Nevada. They gathered the money and sent their daughter off to get help.
Six months later she was released. That night really had been a turning point but the rehab did help her more. Once out her parents picked her up but they didn’t take a route back to their Fresno home, instead the family traveled further south in Nevada until they reached the nice Summerlin area in Las Vegas. This neighborhood looked nice and almost too perfect to live in but it was reality. The school year was already in its second semester so her parents wasted no time in sending her off to school. When she came to this new school she returned a shy girl. Even if she was shy somehow people wanted to become friends with the California girl. She got invited to parties but declined. Even though she was declined a lot of opportunities that the old her would love she developed a few relationships. And these relationships resulted in a band.
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When you looked at Andy there was no way you could ever imagine him being a serious person. He just had that look of not giving a shit. Well that or he couldn’t function for more than a moment without making some sort of sexual comment or taking off some article of clothing. When you had gone on almost twenty four years without parents who really gave a care you tended to end up this way. Being high or drunk was what made Andy, well Andy. His whole house usually reeked of marijuana and empty bottles were strewn everywhere. He definitely lived the party, and when you did live like he did it was pretty hard to take anything in life seriously. Why would you want to anyway? Making out with random strangers sounded way more appealing than wasting your life away in a cubicle. Ask anyone who worked a nine to five job and they would probably say they wished that they could at least have half as much fun as Andy did. And he was lucky to have not done anything he regretted up until now. Hangovers were only a small speed bump in his party lifestyle and after awhile you knew how to take care of them.
Of course he could be serious if he really tried. It just involved him not drinking or smoking weed which was something he preferred not to do. It involved so much of an effort when drinking had become like eating with him. Call it alcoholism but he sure didn’t care what you thought. He wasn’t completely horrible sober. After a few days with no intake of substances he became was calm and almost gentleman like. That was not what he liked at all because it was just so weird when he took himself seriously. He didn’t like to look in the mirror and see someone he wasn’t. But now he was being half-forced into it. No not full because he was the fool that had offered to be Rory’s ‘baby daddy’ but half because he actually had to go and meet her parents in person. It would have been one thing if he had to talk to her parents on the phone but no he was going to have to go to Australia and actually stay with them. Rory was his best friend, well she was second to Nick but whatever. Since she seemed to need his help he was going to try and attempt to appear to be a good father. Being someone’s pretend boyfriend seemed a lot harder than he thought. There weren’t any guarantees that he wasn’t going to be completely sober for the whole trip but he would try his best.
If he wasn’t going to be able to drink the normal amount of alcohol he did he was sure going to make it up by having a small shindig at his house. This was a mistake. There was only about ten people over, including Andrew but it didn’t stop the mischief from happening. Beer pong had turned into vodka pong after a few hours. His whole room was hot boxed. Who could really blame him? When Andrew Wright went away he was sure to have a going away party. He probably didn’t go to sleep until about four in the morning. When he woke up, half naked between two mystery women and Nick, he just wanted to go back to sleep. The insane noise of his phone and a distant alarm clock reminded him that he couldn’t. Damn being a light sleeper. Quietly he removed himself from the warm bed and made his way back to his own room which still resonated with smoke. He stumbled to the closet and pulled out two black bags of luggage. What a surprise, he had actually packed the afternoon before. He knew that if he packed in the morning he would probably end up forgetting half of the stuff he actually wanted. He dug moved clothes around on his bed until he found some decent smelling clothes. Once downstairs he located his life, his laptop, and stuck it into its bag which contained other things he would need for the plane ride to Australia. Once he had everything he needed he finally checked his phone. He was narrowly going to make it, or so he thought. He scribbled a quick message to his friend while calling a cab and then went outside.
Once in the cab he took advantage of not having to drive and rested his head against the glass. He didn’t really have time to take two Excedrin then chug them down with a red bull. Yeah, his typical hangover remedy that never failed him. Okay it was probably not the best idea but he liked it. He was almost asleep again when he reached LAX. The abrupt stop forced his headache to come back immediately. He stretched his long legs out of the car and got his things from the trunk. Then Andrew threw a twenty at the driver with little regard and checked his phone again. Maybe he couldn’t see very well earlier because now he was right on time. His head peered around the bustling airport until he found a platinum blond with unmistakable huge boobs. He readjusted the bag on his shoulder then approached her with a sheepish grin. “Bitch you better be glad I’m doing this for you,” was his first greeting. Andrew put his arms around her lightly then pulled back. He knew she didn’t mind it much, actually it was quite typical for Andy. He looked her over once. “You don’t look very pregnant to me,” he smirked before adding. “Now don’t we have a flight to get on?” He gripped back onto his bags before he started to move inside of the building. He really just wanted to get on the airplane so he could hopefully fall asleep and rid himself of the horrible throbbing in his head.
WORD COUNT: 1,000
FOR: tati/rory
NOTES: tired but full of muse wtf?
