Post by paloma eva saunders on Jun 17, 2009 8:22:57 GMT -5
NICKNAMES[/COLOR] Lolo
AGE[/COLOR] nineteen
GENDER[/COLOR] female
ORIENTATION[/COLOR] homosexual
ON TOUR WITH[/COLOR] Mayhem At The Hoedown
AS THEIR[/COLOR] Bassist
SAID TO LOOK LIKE[/COLOR] Dulce Maria
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PALOMA DISLIKES[/COLOR] hot coffees, boys, conservatives, country music, real leather/fur, slutty girls in bands, flowers, the dark, quiet, libraries, “serious” interviews, posers, unenthusiastic crowds, vans, Iowa, school, being yelled at, being treated as if she's dumb, divas, board games
THEIR FEARS[/COLOR] press will find out about her homosexuality, her parents will divorce
THEIR SECRETS[/COLOR] she hates jameson, she never graduated high school
THEIR GOALS[/COLOR] to make it big with Mayhem, to get a diploma
THEIR STRENGTHS[/COLOR] people person, playing bass
THEIR WEAKNESSES[/COLOR] relationships, bad temper
THEIR PERSONALITY[/COLOR] There are a lot of ways to describe Paloma, some of the are good and some of them are bad, but they all are very important to her. One of the biggest things someone would notice about her is her craziness. Not real craziness, but the kind that makes her a little bit annoying while also completely charming and fun. She's very active about it too, if there's nothing to do and everyone's just sitting around, she would be the first to demand that some sort of game start. Usually something of the physical kind. Growing up on Colorado meant that she was an exceedingly active person and it showed in just about everything she did. She uses her craziness to her advantage as well. She does away with the stereotypical laid back bassist person and takes on a more Pete Wentz like personality, but without the leaked pictures and family. She enjoys being this free because when she visits her mom, she can see how happy she is that her daughter denied her husbands strict nature and took on her freer one.
Bad tempered is another personality trait. She doesn’t know really who she got from since both her parents are fairly mild mannered, but she just figures that if she had to have something bad about her, it'd be that. She's not a violent person, but she can be, especially when people get on her nerves or when she's bothered by something. She tries not to be too mean towards her bandmates, but sometimes it comes out since they all are quite crazy. Someone who easily angers her is Jameson; there's just so many things she finds annoying about him. So, she tries to limit their time alone together, which is easy since there's two other people in the band. She keeps it reeled in for the most part, making sure that when she is angry, she spends as little time with fans and other people as possible, but that doesn’t always work. There were times when they would be on stage and she’d just get angry and pissy, usually for something Jameson did and it would show. She would stay over her area of the stage and she would just play, she would interact with the fans, she’d ignore hands and gifts tossed on stage and then when the show was over she would leave; not even stay for a few moments.
Paloma is a very passionate person, which in her case is both a good and a bad thing. She's passionate about the band, wanting it to succeed so much it hurts. She loves playing bass and being in a band, the comradely of it, the freeness of it, and just everything that happens around them. However, that passion also translates to other people as well. She's known for falling hard and fast for people, mostly girls, but there has been a few guys before she was open to herself about her sexuality. Probably the most sever case she's had was with a local fan, someone she'd only met a handful of times before she was declaring her undying love and affection for the girl. That wouldn't have been too bad, if the girl in question hadn't been a seer homophobe and already taken by a future Republican of America.
People person, people pleaser, one in the same and yet one can be seen as a negative and the other a positive. Paloma is definitely a people person. She knows how to work a crowd, whether she’s the one in it or she’s the one playing to it. After shows, she chats with the fans, signs things, take pictures; all that jazz and more. She’s not only good to the fans though, she can make a friend out of anybody, but that doesn’t mean everyone’s her friend. She’s learned that in this business, it’s quite useful to be able to have people to ask favors from or to have people that like you because you never know when they could come in handy. She’s perfected the art of being one of the “good” female band members to look up to rather than ones that girls are ashamed of, but she also manages not to come off as a guy hating feminist. However, she is a bit of a people pleaser, but usually when it comes to her parents. She knows they’re disappointed that she never finished high school and that it seemed unlikely she would give up this band thing until it was dead and gone.
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CURRENT RESIDENCE Denver, Colorado
MOTHER'S NAME[/COLOR] Maria Soledad “Marisol” Saunders
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION[/COLOR] Orchestra director
FATHER'S NAME[/COLOR] Patrick James Saunders
FATHER'S OCCUPATION[/COLOR] medical researcher
SIBLINGS[/COLOR] none
HISTORY[/COLOR] There couldn’t have been more different people than Patrick and Marisol. One, a cautious and studios medical student, the other, a free spirited and energetic music student. The two met while attending a large, but multi-institutional college party. Marisol had been in charge of music and Patrick had been invited along to make sure no one died form alcohol poisoning. It was a chance meeting that neither them expected. Marisol had tripped over a wayward body and had fallen, her hand landing right on a pile of broken beer bottles. Patrick had been called over and had patched her up as best as he could, seeing as how they were at a party where there was a predictable lack of first aid kits.
That seemed to be the only thing that needed to connect them since from there, they began talking; telling one another about why they were at school and what sort of activities they did. They didn't have much in common; no very similar interest, no same classes or even friends, but maybe that was why they liked each other so much. It was a very easy transition from friends to boyfriend and girlfriend. Maybe it was the combined pressure of both their parents about meeting people and starting families that finally pushed them together, though they really didn't think so. It took quite a few years before they ever thought about settling down, both of them too dedicated to finishing their education and getting stable careers to want to focus on anything else, but it did happen.
They married each other in a small intimate wedding, nothing but their closest family and friends invited and stated in the small Colorado suburb they had chose to live in. It seemed they would stay there permanently when Marisol go a job offer to be the director of the Colorado Springs Orchestra, which was a very cushy job. SO, hey packed up, found and house and moved. It was only a few months into their new lives when Marisol became pregnant and Patrick couldn't have been happier. They hadn’t been trying really, but he had grown up in a fairly large family and he wanted the same. Eight and a half months after finding out they were having a baby, Marisol gave birth to a healthy baby girl.
With their new baby girl, Paloma (named after Marisol's grandmother), the two of them decided to take things a little easy until she got bigger. They both took a little time from work or, in Patrick's case, took less hours. They spent time with her in her developing stages, playing music for her, teaching her all those baby things she should know about numbers and colors. But soon, Paloma wasn't so little anymore and they began going back to work, leaving her in daycare until she started real school. The little girl didn't know it then, but her parents had both had two very different childhoods; Marisol had had a very free one, her parents allowing her to learn and grown by herself, only offering small bots of guidance while Patrick's life had been structured, detailed in ways to make sure he grew up intelligent and knowledgeable. That was just one thing that would become a source of strife for the family.
When Paloma was older, around ten years old, it her father that got the job offer; being a medical researcher at the University of Colorado at Denver. The job was too good to pass up and he and Marisol eventually agreed that they would go and she would give up her position as Orchestra director and take on the one for a near by high school. So, they packed their things and sold their house once again and made the trip to Denver. The stress of moving and with staring new jobs and just being settled took its toll on the family. Patrick and Marisol fought more than ever, about a lot of the things; some pertaining to their daughter and some about their own differences. One big one that caused a lot of agony was the lack of more children. Patrick wanted more, but Marisol wasn't as enthusiastic about it. She loved her daughter, no doubt, but pregnancy hadn't been good to her and she was loathe to do it once more.
However, it would seem her parents were over that hump when, as she started high school, she was still without siblings. That suited her just fine, she’d never been particularly fond of children and she could just imagine how difficult it’d be having a baby sibling. While in high school, Paloma would meet three guys that would change her life forever…well, for a few years at least. Jameson, Owens, and Rodgers had all gone to school with her and somehow along the way, they had formed a band. She still wasn’t quite sure how she as apart of the phenomenon that was Mayhem At The Hoedown, but she was glad she had. She had never before thought that she could play bass in a band. For the six years that she’s been playing the instrument, it had been a double bass in her mother’s orchestra, which she‘d never seen as a rock instrument. But the transition from double to electric had been easy and she found she enjoyed playing that much more.
Somehow, in the excitement that was band starting, she forgot that she was actually a high school student that needed to attend classes in order to pass. Her attendance had dropped, she ether didn’t show up to school altogether, or she was incredibly tardy. Paloma always wondered how her parents didn’t ever seem to notice that when they left for work, she hadn’t even gotten out of bed and, if she had, was in their basement fiddling around with music. By the time graduation rolled around, she was quite a few credits short of the requirement and had been told she wouldn’t graduate. She was mad, of course, but she didn’t really care. A lot of people didn’t have high school diplomas, but they still made something of themselves and that was the sort of person she would be. She kept it hidden from her bandmates, her parents, basically everyone because even though she didn’t care, she was sure other people would.
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spinning lights, don't be scared.
you have given so much more
spinning lights, take me there.
he has risen, pull me under.
There were a few things in life that Mike hated, one was being called out of his bed by his jackass friends to come take pictures of them at noon. Didn’t they know by now that in order for him to be at his best, he needed about 10 hours a night? Obviously not because Mike was currently on his way to the Skate Park, his camera bag carefully slung over his shoulder. The last thing he needed was for some idiot to run into him and knock against it. He glanced down at his watch and cursed, it usually didn’t take him long to skate to the park, but the added wait was slowing him down a bit. People didn’t know, but cameras weighed more than they expected, maybe because they were used to those crappy Nikon flip screens.
After a few more minutes, Mike saw his paradise and skated down the last street before entering the park. He picked up his board, carrying it under his arm as he headed towards the watch rails, which instead of being used by the skaters, usually held girls or people who didn’t skate, they just wanted to watch. He snorted as he saw some guy almost get knocked over by Quincy, one of the lousiest skaters he had ever seen. Mike could afford to be a little cocky, he was good at skating and everyone knew it, if you wanted to get in his face, you either didn’t want your teeth, or you wanted to be embarrassed by all your friends and maybe even your girl.
Jumping onto the watch rail, he easily greeted the handful of people sitting down, not forgetting to give a disdainful sneer to Jessica, the resident doorknob of the Skate Park. How anyone found her even remotely attractive was something Mike didn’t know, not to mention she was probably riddled with all sorts of…diseases and nasty junk like that. “Alright, I’m here. Who’s on the pipe?” he asked as he started pulling his camera out. By now, he pretty much knew everyone, but it was still hard identifying them since they were zooming back and forth on a piece of wood. “Tim’s up, but not for long. He got a call from his mom." Came the answer and Mike nodded, Tim was good.
It wasn’t long before he was taking pictures, watching as one by one people either made asses of themselves or impressed the hostile crowd. He jumped from the rail, walking over to get better angles and maybe take different shots of the park. His camera ultimately found a few people to take shots of, some skating, some not. “Damn, nothing’.” Mike scrolled the images before he brought the lens back up. He adjusted the view until the shed was in focus. For some reason, people assumed sheds were a good place to do bad things, Mike didn’t know why. More than once he’d caught various Skaters in compromising positions with other people, though, the best would have been seeing Jessica on her knees in front of someone who everyone, but not her obviously, knew was the father of one of the Skaters. Let’s just say she’d been rather embarrassed.
Mike frowned as someone came from behind it. He didn’t recognize the face, and he was pretty sure that they had no business here in the first place. He snapped their picture, deciding on showing it to the guys later. They didn’t really appreciate people who weren’t Skaters using the Park for whatever. He waited for a few moments, itching to take a photo of the person that was going to come out afterwards. It didn’t take a genius to know that the guy was a dealer and Mike thought it’d be great to have a little blackmail on whoever was getting the drugs. He did want that new Fuji after all.
status: complete!
tag: liam!
word count: 648!
outfit: click!
notes: gobble-dee-gook!
