Post by trin on Jul 24, 2011 10:23:19 GMT -5
( CHARLOTTE ALEXANDRIA ZAYDEN )
( twenty , stereo obscurity, lead guitarist , cory kennedy , straight )
( fun , sarcastic , swears , skater , surfer )[/center]
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EXPERIENCE Couple of months I guess.
CONTACT PM is fine. If not, TRINNtrinny on AIM.
OTHER CHARACTERS folks from the future :3
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE To many, if not most, it would seem a complete and utter attention seeking lie if someone said that their life had gone from near damned perfect one day, to pretty shit overnight. For Cyrus Aston, this was not the case, although, it felt more than anything like it. His past had found and caught up with him, and now, his past, what his past had revolved around, was on Tour with him. The last time Cyrus had seen Audrey Franco, he wished it had been exactly that - He hoped it really had been the Last Time he'd seen her. The way she'd acted - what she'd asked him - He felt angry. Hurt. He'd slept around. Drank.
But he couldn't deny the fact he'd inevitbly seen her, after two or three encounters on the tour chat. As much as he'd love to curl up under the covers, or brush it all under the carpet, how could he? He was a big boy now - that meant responsibility, even if he had acted stupidly towards her. There was one simple reason that he couldn't even admit to himself, let alone anyone else.
He was still in love with her.
Audrey Franco, what a woman. Gorgeous, and the only person that had ever understood him properly, ever, even now, at 22. Years had passed since they'd last met, since they'd last talked, yet in that time, Aston hadn't found a single soul that had understood him nearly a hundreth as well as Audrey could. About his past. Why he desired a family. How and that Sepia Tone meant so much to him.
Well, he'd thought she'd understood the last one. Hoped. Thought he knew she did, but she didn't. Not when the last thing she had asked him was, "Them or me?"
Them or me.
How could he answer that?
Them or me.
The decision was impossible.
Them.
He couldn't decide.
Or.
Why should he?
Me.
No. Them. He chose them; he chose Sepia Tone. Often, he wondered if he'd made the wrong decision. Maybe if he stayed with Audrey they'd still be together. Perhaps he'd even be married. Maybe they'd be trying for a kid in that moment. They could even already have a kid. He'd be fufilling his ultimate ambition. He'd be happy. With her.
With Audrey.
But what was the point in dwelling on the 'what if's' of the situation? Simple, there was none. Perhaps he'd made the wrong decision, but in saying that, maybe he'd made the right one. One thing he was certain of was he'd never know for sure.
When Franco texted him with a deal, he finally understood the term, 'speak of the devil'. He'd been thinking of his last talk with the woman - one where she encouraged him to yell, and hit her. It'd scared him slightly. He wasn't like that. He wasn't. Sure, he was angry. He wouldn't hit her over it.
Alright, Cy. Here's the deal. My guess is that neither
of us were satisfied with how that conversation ended,
so I'll tell you what. I'll meet you tomorrow, one o'clock,
at the dog park that's about three blocks away from here
so you can bring Jolie. If you don't meet me? Fine- I can
easily assure that you'll never have to see me again. If you
do? You can yell your heart out. I encourage you to do so.
And that was how he found himself strolling along with Jolie, inside, a little scared. What if she started the whole "hit me" crap over it again? He didn't want to hit her. He wasn't that sort of guy. He didn't hit girls. He wasn't abusive. No. No way.
The walk didn't leave enough time to himself. All too soon he was at the park gates, Audrey in plain sight. He sighed. Couldn't she have at least went somewhere inside so he could've had the chance to try and find her and fail miserably? Apparently not. Apparently she really wanted to talk. Swallowing the last of his nerves, he stepped forwards, Jolie trotting forwards eagerly, as he leaned against the opposite gate. There was silence between them.
"What if," Cyrus broke the tension, watching Jolie, who waited obediantly at his feet. "What if I didn't want to yell? Are you going to try and get me to do it? Because I won't. And I'll just leave. And we'll be right back to square one."
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