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((I'm bored, and I'm listening to music. I've decided to start the ultimate cliche-rp. A band rp. If you wanna join post a character profile. You can start with your own band if you want, or you can come as a single character and join one.))

My Character:

Name: Cohime Donnelly

Age: 19

Gender:Female

Sexual preference: Bi-sexual

Appearence:
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Personality: She's quite open with her friends, and she isn't exactly shy. Extroverted would be an understatement. She's stubborn, headstrong, outspoken, and blunt. If she's angry, you'll know. She's a great singer, and an average guitarist.

(I'm bored as shit. Someone save me before I do something stupid. XD )
 
Caohime grabbed her backpack and headed for the front door, eager to leave the disgusting hovel her father called their 'home'. She slung the bag over her shoulder, slipped into her sneakers, and grabbed her keys from the tray on the kitchen counter. Grateful that her father hadn't yet stopped her escape, she was about reach for the door handle when he hobbled into the kitchen, glassy-eyed and drunk. "Cricket, would you do daddy a big favor? I had another-" A belch that stank like whiskey and days-old pizza. "Acc-" A hiccup. "-ident. There's vomit on the bathroom floor, and I can't bend over to clean it up..." Caohime scrunched her nose in disgust. "I'll take care of it later, dad. I have to go to work." Her father laughed. "You call that work? Carrying a tray to a table? When I was your age, I had to work in a damn factory. That's work." She rolled her eyes and threw the door open. "Whatever." Hurrying out before he could find another reason to delay her, she slammed the door shut and locked it behind her.
 

Lusik stood over the form of his little brother. The little one was crying has doubled over holding something in his arms. "What do you have in your hands ?" asked Lusik. "A ... li-ttle bird." he said between breaking sobs. "Oh yeah ? Why you holding it then ?" Lusik questioned leaning in. "Its wing is broken and its going to die." the brother said. Luisk looked at him for a moment then chuckled a bit, "That's the way off life kido, some win and others lose and in you hands right now is a loser." "But can't I help It ?" the little brother yelled rushing to his feet. "You could, but if its wing doesn't heal right its good as dead." Lusik informed his little brother. The brothers face was full of disappointing and determination. "I'm going to help it Lusik and its going to live." He said running off the house. "Good luck, Michel." Lusik called afterward.

Lusik laughed to himself as he walked over to his car fumbling with his keys. He got into it and slammed the door shut to make sure it was closed. His 86 impala had a nasty habit of tiring to kill him, ungrateful whore. He backed it out of the drive way and eased it to face parallel with the curb then gunned it. He raced at least 50 mph down the neighborhood streets, until he final was at the mouth of it all. He turned and started for his favorite place in the world, an oasis in the concrete desert.

He drove up to the parking lot and got out of his car. He locked the doors with remote, just one of the extra features he added, there he waited. He was early, he was always early, but the restaurant didn't need him, he need it. Emily Dickson would write a poem about this if this was her time.
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As Lesta closed and locked the door to her apartment, her landlord was standing outside his own door looking at her.

"What is it Bob?" She asked, walking past him.
"Your rent." He said.
"Paid it." She yelled.
"Don't remember that." He yelled back.
"You were drunk!" She yelled again, nearing the front doors of the apartment building.

She walked down the street, to her car. She opened the door to the drivers seat. Sitting in front of the steering wheel, she started up the car. She started driving down the street, letting the wind blow through her hair, making her way to her job.
 
Caoimhe sat in her car, staring at the front of the builing. Waitressing sucked, but it paid the bills that her dad's 'disability' money didn't. She slowly, with the little bit of willpower she had left, forced herself to get out of the car. Her uniform was wrinkled. Again. She was going to get yelled at. Again. But for some reason Mama never fired her. That was the owner's name. Mama. She didn't go by her real name. She went by freaking Mama. The fat old Italian woman was a hard boss, but she seemed to occasionally care about her employees and customers. Caoimhe shrugged into her jacket and out of her daze. It was time to go back to work. She straightened the little red tie she wore, and tugged at the knee-length black skirt. When she was satisfied that her stark white shirt didn't have any huge stains, she made her was inside. She got to be here early today. Whoopie.
 
As Lesta walked to her bosses shop, she couldn't help but feel like something was wrong. She walked into the tattoo shop, only to see everything a mess.
"What the fucked happned, Mike?" She yelled, stepping over shattered glass and pictures that she herself had drew.

"Some fucking gang came up in here and destroyed everything 'cause I didn't give them a free tattoo." He said, sweeping up some of the glass.

"Dear god.." She whispered.
"I won't need you today, we're closed for today, alright?" He said not looking at her.

"Mike did you make a deal with someone?" She asked getting closer to him.
"Lesta if you don't leave I will fire you!" He yelled.

She back up, heading towards the door.
"Fine don't have to tell me twice." She said walking out of the shop.

She pulled out her pack of smokes, pulling one out and lighting it. She walked to her car, thinking of what happened last night. She sat in the drivers seat. She put the key in the ignistion, but the car wouldn't start.
"Fuck!" She hissed.

She tried and tried, but no prevale. She pulled out her phone, no service.

"Mother fucker!" She yelled.
 
Caoimhe sighed as the first few customers wandered into the restaurant. It was only eight o'clock. Too early in the morning for anything but coffee. No one would want Italian food until at least eleven or noon. She put on her apron and started laying out silverware on the tables, straightening chairs and making sure that all of the table clothes were neat and proper. There were only two other people working with her this morning until the lunch shift. Tessa and Nick. Unfortunately for her, they weren't exactly the best staff. Nick was Mama's nephew, and Tessa was a very close 'friend' of his. So they spent most of the days they worked together doing anything besides working. Caoimhe shrugged and resigned herself to another day full of bullshit.
 
Lesta got out of her car, popped the hood and saw what the problem was.

"Are you serious." She said to herself. She slammed the hood and got her things out of the car. She took out her phone and dialed her friends number. No answer.
"Shit." She whispered.

She walked down the street and saw a small diner. She sighed and walked towards it, lugging her bag behind her. She walked through the doors, walking to a open table.

She put her head in her hands. First the shop was destroyed by a stupid gang..And now the engine in her car had finally died.

"What else could happen?" She asked herself.
 
Caoimhe saw a girl walk in and sit down at a table across the room. She finished tidying up the counter and then hurried over to take her order. "Hi. What can I do for you today?" She pulled a pen out of her apron pocket, followed by a small order pad.
 
"The number for the nearest towing company, my car died...Again. And I wouldn't mind.....some scrabbled eggs and some toast with butter, and some orange juice I guess." She said putting her long, black and pink hair up into a pony tail.

"And do you think, I can get some sausage with that?" She asked, not looking at the girl directly.
 
Caoimhe nodded and wrote down the order, then pointed to the old pay phone by the front door. "There should be a phone book right over there. Your food will be right out." She hurried off to the kitchen, hoping that this day would be over soon.
 
Lesta sighed, and walked over to the pay phone. She picked up the phone, but it had a ringing noise to it.

"Uh your phone is broke." She said, loudly.

She walked to where she was sitting and sat down. She took out her lighter and pack of smokes. She took one out and lit it, breathing in the smoke, breathing it out. She leaned her head back and took another drag. She flicked the ash in the ash tray, waiting for her food.
 
Caoimhe brought out the large plate and a glass of cold orange juice, smiling her fake, plastered-on waitress smile. "Here you go." She sat the plate down in front of the girl, then glanced toward the pay phone. "That stupid phone has been broken forever. The owner says there's no reason to fix it, since everyone has cells phones now." She shrugged. "I don't argue with her. Well, enjoy your food."
 
"Whats the use of smiling at someone when you don't mean it?" She said looking at the girl.

She pulled out her fork, fiddling with her eggs. She took a good, big bite of eggs, chewing it slowly.

"Good." She whispered. She drank some of her orange juice, and took a bite of her sausage.
 
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