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Post by luka braden-weathers. on Mar 26, 2008 21:48:36 GMT -5
LUKA RACHELLE BRADEN
i wish i knew the feeling of a beating heart ,
then i would know what it's like to love . [/color]   little ms. lulu . nineteen . part of the family “scheduled nurse” . is in the constant hustle and bustle of screaming teenaged girls . stronger than most . abused . handling an eating disorder . sense of humor is great . won’t touch alcohol . run away . new beginnings. keeping it all under cover . merch seller .[/font][/size][/center] smiling eyes
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other half • in the time of chimpanzees we were monkies
practically family • butane in my veins so i'm out to cut the junkie
inseperable • kill the headlights and put it in neutral
attached at the hip • stock car flaming with a loser and the cruise control
childhood friends • baby's in reno with the vitamin d
partners in crime • i'm insane to complain about a shotgun wedding
best friends • painting the walls throwing some dice
confidant • fluffy clouds jumping rainbows
close friends • winos throwing frizbees at the sun
good friends • there's no other ending, sunday sun
enemies turned friends • digging through ditches and falling to rust
drinking friends • now i'm running like a flaming pig
party friends • just shake your boots, and let it all get loose
on and off • freedom rock slime ball, talking in code
acquaintance • old man eating all my food, don't be kind
friend of a friend • lit up the shack grab me a beer out of the sack
first name basis • how you like me now, pretty goodstealing kisses[/i][/size][/font] in love • it gets harder to bloom in a garden of love
spouce/fiance • we can understand the sentiment you're saying to us
final relationship • sensible sells so could you kindly shut up
current relationship • i don't want to fall another moment into your gravity
possible future relationship • at keeping your part of the bargain, little darlin
past relationship-bad terms • i still hear the bomb
past relationship-good terms • i still fight the bomb
past relationship-still chemistry • i still fear the bomb
current-past-future fling • i'll walk the seven seas when I believe that
mutual crush • go and tell your white knight that he's handsome in hindsight
one sided crush • no it's my heart you're shit out of your luck
past crush • well we're not meant to be everything
friends with benefits • i don't care for your fairytales
enemies with benefits • none for you dear prince, i'm tired today
make-out buddies • got a crush on the guy at the liquor store
one night stand • sends them to bed, and she calls up a friend
lust • your body's banging, out of control
physical attraction • her body's calling bawling got me crawling up the wall
sexual tension • i like your flow
on and off dating • they tell me to breathe easy for a while
flirting • my heavy heart sinks deep down under you
fleeting glances • promise me you'll leave the light on
forces of evil[/i][/size][/font] go to hell • shove the other in a baghardcore hatred • forces of evil in a bozo nightmareone sided hatred • i'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill medislike • the cocaine nose-jobone sided dislike • burning down the trailer parkrivalry • and the other's got a flagfriendly rivalry • banned all the music with a phony gas chamberbackstabbed • who's choking on the splinterscheated on • you can't write if you can't relateannoyance • for the body for the hatefriends turned enemies • and our time is a piece of waxenvy-jealousy • you get a parking violationindifference • a maggot on your sleeveavoidance • black cat wrapped in the road map to hellscared of • riding on the bloodhound ringing the bell love-hated • pencil on my leg and I'm trying not to begtolerance • i didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun by association • fourteen days I've been sleeping in the barnmusical chairs[/i][/size][/font] family • sitting on the back seat banging on the off beatmixed feelings • buy us some shoes and maybe take us for cola bad influence • you got no eyelids and sweet ella loves me sogood incluence • what's this i wonder, you drive a bluebirdprotective over you • i can't help diggin her a hope I guess I wonderprotective over luka • and it's alright, she'll be sucking fingers all nightrespected • and i havent seen a pupil in his eyes for 16 daysemotional support • sleeps all day and he dreams of youroommate • but I know you best as a blaggerband mate • rock a honey rock a honeyadmiration • i can take the the waltz just so she could kick my head inobsessive • she keeps staring me out with her black & blue eyesstalker • it's hard to miss you when you follow us aboutnever spoken • i guess her name was tina cause before I'd even seen herfake friend • and look me in the eyes take off that stupid fitted capfamily friend • i just can sit back and watch you waste your life awaymentor • my baby brother Alfie how I wish that you could seesecret friends-lovers-enemies • now by a horse, i once was toldother-specify • you wanna keep your mouth shutlips are sealed[/i][/size][/font] - page layout by CIARA , got the sexy page layout from THE BLAIR ACADEMY , some parts are altered, but kept everything nice and neat and perfectly the same. to get this page you need to ask her permission! don't think about claiming it as your own, she'll go all ninja on your ass. oh, have a great day![/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by luka braden-weathers. on Mar 26, 2008 21:57:52 GMT -5
EXAMPLE: luka rachelle braden 
luka rachelle bredan
[/size] nineteen , lulu , insane .
in the time of chimpanzees we were monkies
sitting on the back seat banging on the off beat[/center] luka says " yeah, i luv hurrr!" you say "fo' sho'"[/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] COPY & FILL: [blockquote][blockquote][blockquote][center][img][/img] [img][/img]
[i][size=3][font=georgia][color=E8E8E8]first name last name[/color][/font][/size][/i]
[font=tahoma][size=1]age here , nickname here , trait here
relationships here, QUOTE THEM FOR COLORS[/center]
[u]_____ says[/u] ""
[u]lulu says[/u] " if i've posted on yours, post it, if not leave blank& "[/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] RULES . [/font] 1. make it more than a paragraph.
2. have more than one relationship!
3. make it weird, crazy, out there whatever, make it noticable!
4. be creative :][/color][/center][/color] daydreaming on seventeenth street . [/font][/color][/b][/i][/size]  anastacia lynne biancardinineteen , anastace , old fashioned.
just shake your boots, and let it all get loose
winos throwing frizbees at the sun
i'm insane to complain about a shotgun wedding
fluffy clouds jumping rainbows
and it's alright, she'll be sucking fingers all night
rock a honey rock a honey
and i havent seen a pupil in his eyes for 16 days
anastacia says "Miss Lulu - mui calente. This girl is one of the few females I can actually stand to be around. We both sell Scheduled Nurse and represent their sheer sexiness; she rocks the merch and I rock the wardrobe. When we first met, she was a bit quiet and we never talked much and we just went our seperate ways. But, fate interviened when we ran into one another at one of my local indie fashion gallas that I was modeling at while taking break time from the hustle and bustle of Scheduled Nurse. Ha, I'll never forget the look on her face - he was in complete shock. She couldn't believe that she would catch me modeling indie fashions. So, then we began to shoot the breeze and got to know one another over some drinks, - well, she had a coke, but hey! I can't get the girl to touch alcohol to this day! - , and really became instintaneous friends since that day. We never have dull moments when in company and it makes our jobs fun; I really let loose with this chick. She can get me hyper, that's sure! -Like the one time she got me all hyper and I was acting way out of the norm and, in the end, I dumped a Sprite on Locky's lap... cyeahh. BAD.-
I know a lot about Luka's past and even though she's cool as all hell, she's a bit fragile and that worries me. I'm always there for her when she needs me and, little does she know, I always keep an eye out for her. Overall, in my opinion, without Miss Lulu and Anastace, Scheduled Nurse would be nothing, babe.
Mess with us, and you'll be hella sorry - best believe we be sophisticated funk."
lulu say coming soon !
[/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]   locky hartlettwenty , locks , asshole
painting the walls throwing some dice
i don't care for your fairytales
my heavy heart sinks deep down under you
sends them to bed, and she calls up a friend
promise me you'll leave the light on
and the other's got a flag
her body's calling bawling got me crawling up the wall
you wanna keep your mouth shut
pencil on my leg and I'm trying not to beg
now by a horse, i once was told
locky says "I think that I could probably write a novel about everything that me and Luka have been through. And that shouldn't be all that surprising really, since we're pretty much inseperable and we've known each other for, like, almost twelve years I think. So yeah, there should be a lot to say. Maybe there's too much to say though. I'm not sure, but I better just get started before I start ranting forever. So the first time that I remember seeing her was at this one park. It's really weird that I remember this, since I usually don't remember very many good things from my childhood, but I guess this was an exception. My stepdad had taken me to the park, while my mom took my sister shopping. It was supposed to be a 'bonding' thing or some shit like that, I guess. I had my sexy little football with me that I never really did much with except for throwing it on the ground over and over again. So that's what I was doing, throwing it on the ground as hard as I could again and again for God only knows what reason, when I realized that my dad was talking to some guy behind me. I stopped torturing the ground and went over because I felt left out. The dude said hi to me and stuff, and then my dad was like, 'Lock, why don't you go play on the swings with Luka?' because I guess she was the dude's daughter. Then our dads started talking about how we were gonna get married one day and bring our families together or whatever, I got mad at that and so I left my football on the ground and went to go talk to this Luka chick. She was just sort of sitting there, and I guess she must've been zoning out or something because she didn't even see me. I thought that was kind of funny and so then I thought it would be even funnier to just start pushing her on the swing, especially since she was just sort of sitting there. Who just sits on a swing? Like, for real. I thought she was stupid. So I was pushing her, and it was all nice and fun for awhile. Then she jumps off and falls right on her face. She had, like, Barbie underwear, I could tell because her dress went up and I could see her butt. I was confused, and I was asking her about the undies but I never got an answer really, because then our dads came over and made us apologize and hug and stuff, even though I didn't really think it was such a big deal. We ended up going to the same school, and since I saw her a lot even though she was in a different grade than me, I'd always go and give her hugs and stuff since I knew that she thought I had cooties or whatever. Then it was my birthday, so she gave me this cupcake made out of play-doh, except it didn't really look like a cupcake; I thought it was a piece of poop until she explained to me what it was. I still have it though, no idea why, it's all hard and stuff now, but I can't really bring myself to throw it away because it brings back memories and shit. My birthday was also the day that I decided I was going to became Luka's own personal body guard, and I was going to do this by taking her to the park myself and using my scrawny ass self to save her from any danger since I didn't like how she always had bruises. I ended up being her 'body guard' for years. We might as well have owned that park. It was like, our territory. We went to that place everyday. It was weird how we never ran out of things to talk about. We must've told each other everything. I probably did; I mean, I did tell her about how I was molested and stuff. No one knew that. I just felt like I didn't need to keep anything from her. We had, like, this connection, you know? Creepy and lame, yeah, but still true. We went to that park until I was almost fifteen. Then we stopped. I'm not sure why. I think I'll just randomly take Luka to that park one day when the tour is close enough, she'd like that. Anyway, I remember one time, I left my skateboard at the park (I used to be really into that kind of stuff) after me and Luka had already left (I wasn't walking her home that day because she'd told me not to), so I had to go back and get it really quick. When I got there, though, I saw that she hadn't left at all, and was curled up inside the little area above the slide. Luka never really did want to go home, and I always wondered why, but I thought that if something was really wrong then she would tell me. But I knew that she wasn't telling me something, so I just climbed up there with her and held her and made her tell me the truth. I was pretty mad when I found out that her dad abused her; I didn't want anyone to hurt her, and there was really nothing I could do to stop her dad from hurting her. Then high school started and I really started to change. Thinking back on it I can't believe how much of an asshole I turned into. I never went to the park anymore because I thought it was dumb, and I only saw Luka when we would walk home together after school, and sometimes I wasn't even there for that. I would skip school a lot because I always had bad hangovers since I drank nearly every night. I thought I was all hardcore and shit. I still thought about Luka a lot and wondered if things were still as bad as they used to be with her father, but we weren't really all that close anymore so I didn't think it would be right to ask. I hadn't talked to her for, like, a month, when she finally called me and was like, 'Can I come over tonight?' I remember I was all pissed off because my friend Tyler was having this huge party that night, and if I stayed home I'd miss it, but whatever. I decided to stay and let Luka come over because she seemed upset and I really did miss her. I wanted to apologize for screwing things up between us. She came and after about a half hour of just hanging out in my room, she took off her sweatshirt and showed me how banged up her little body was. I felt pretty bad then, I knew that her dad was still probably abusing her and stuff and I'd just abandoned her like the jerk that I was. Then, since I'm an idiot, I got mad that she hadn't told me sooner and before I knew it we were yelling at each other and she was out the door without even saying goodbye. I felt even worse after she left, but I wasn't about to apologize or anything; I was far too stubburn to do anything like that. So we just went through another period of time where we hardly even talked, for about another month I guess. I did see her at this one party I was at. I thought that I was over it by then but as soon as I saw her I saw how much I missed her. I remember I went to go talk to her, but then her friend just gave me this nasty look before they both just sort of walked away, leaving me standing there like an idiot with this confused look on my face. And I guess that made me mad. Normally it wouldn't have made me so mad, but I had probably had more than one too many drinks at that point. And then one of my friends were like, 'dude, she's such a bitch anyway, and I heard that she's been having sex with Mark, she's such a slut.' I didn't even know who the hell Mark was or if she was really having sex with him, but that got me even angrier. So then a few of my friends thought that I should get her back or something, and I swear to God if I had been sober I wouldn't have listened to a word that they said. I never wanted to hurt her. But my mind was all screwed up and everyone was saying how fucking hilarious it would be if I put some alochol in her drink, since everyone knew that she wouldn't be able to handle it. So I did. I remember me and my friends watching her from across the room as she tripped and started acting all weird since she was drunk. Then with a little encouragement from my friends I went over to her. Her friend was too busy flirting with my friend Andrew so it was pretty easy to steal Luka away, even easier to press her against a wall in the hallway and kiss her since she was already hanging all over me anyway. I was planning to stop there, since I knew that even this was too far, but then she started, like, touching me and stuff and I knew that she didn't mean any of it but it was still too much. I tried to stop it a few days, I swear to God I did, but she said that she missed me and didn't want to stop. I should've know that she was just saying that because of the alcohol... fuck, I did know, I was just... I don't know, I'd always wondered how it would be if it was us. So like the asshole I am I took her to my house, took her to my bed where we'd just hung out and watched movies together like a million times... and then I fucked her. I remember waking up the next morning with this massive headache, but Luka was still right there next to me, in my bed, in my arms, and I really thought that everything was okay for a minute there. I didn't think she'd be mad. She told me the night before that it was what she had wanted, and I was okay with it, the whole thing was kind of nice actually. I'd always wondered if it would ever happen. I thought maybe, like, after that whole thing, maybe things could go back to like how they used to be and maybe we'd even be... together or something. So everything was good, I was still tired and I knew that my parents were at work by now, so I didn't see what was wrong with snuggling a little closer to her. That was when she freaked. I kept asking her what was wrong, but all she did was start crying and say that she hated me. That hit kind of hard; I got really upset and I tried to hold her to make her feel better but she wouldn't let me, and she started yelling and so naturally I started yelling back, saying that she'd told me that she wanted me last night but I don't think she bought that. Later she told me that her parents got drunk and that was how she'd come to exist today. That made me feel kind of bad, but of course she just ran off before I could do anything to make up for what I had done. I didn't see her for a few months after that. That was pretty bad. I don't like to admit it but I was pretty screwed up about what I had done still. I felt like I'd messed up everything and that she'd never want to talk to me again; I couldn't stop thinking about how she said that she hated me. So I was pretty excited when I heard a knock on the door and found Luka standing there. It's kind of embarrassing but I just sort of tackled her and hugged her and cried and told her how much I'd missed her. I don't do that to just anyone. I don't think I missed anyone as much as I missed Luka during those few months. She's like, my life support, I need her to be happy. It's really lame and stuff but it's the truth. I decided that now that I had her back with me I didn't want to have to let her go, and so I asked if she'd like to sell merch for my band and tour with us and stuff. So here we are; still closer than ever, still crazy and weird and still able to tell each other anything we want. It's kind of weird how she's with Alex now, though; the guy's like, one of my best friends and I don't think he knows how much Luka and I have been through together. But whatever, they are really cute together and I wouldn't ever want to see them break up. I like seeing them happy, I just wish that I could have that same kind of happiness with someone, you know? Oh well, that's sort of a whole different story. Point is Luka is super duper important to me and always will be."
lulu says "The only reason I have a little faith in God is because of Locky. I know, it sounds very cheesy, but the first time I had met Locky I began to realize, God had to give me a gift. Locky and I met when were about six or seven years old, yes, we’ve known each other for twelve years. We first met when his family came to my mother’s funeral, but we were both too young to remember that, so I’ll go to the next memory to when I remember seeing Locky Hartlet. It started off as me settling on the swings and kicking the woodchips and dirty because I was too tired to pump my pudgy legs of mine, and all of a sudden I started feeling myself getting pushed on the swing. I tried looking back, and I somewhat saw the boy pushing me, and he was all happy with a smile on his face. I just began laughing and enjoying the boy pushing me on the swing, and I realized that his father and my own were indulging in a conversation, so I only assumed my drunk of a father knew his father. After about five minutes of pushing, Locky finally stopped and I jumped off and fell flat on my face! God it was embarrassing, especially the fact that I was wearing a dress and Locky began asking why girl’s had different undies than him. My father came to my aid, by only tugging me up and then settling me down and yelled at me to apologize. So I did as my father said, because if I didn’t he would’ve beat me, Locky apologized as well, which was a good comforting feeling and we both hugged for our parent’s sake, believe me I did have an incredible urge to yell cooties and ask my dad for a cootie shot. After our little meeting, my father bid his goodbye and made me go home with him, I waved goodbye to Locky, and I knew it wasn’t our only meeting we would have. When I began going to school, Locky would come up to me and greet me and sometimes give me a hug just so he could see me ask my best friend to give me a cootie shot, which she gladly did. I began realizing Locky was a year older than me, when he told me it was his birthday and he said he was going to be nine when I was only eight, so doing the best thing I could do I made him a cupcake out of play-doh, which I know for a fact he still does have it! It was the first time that Locky saw the bruises on my hands and arms, and he asked what had happened, and I said I fell off my swings and that he shouldn’t worry about it, but Locky grew over protective and said that he would be the only one escorting me to the park and pushing me on the swings so I didn’t hurt myself. Sweet boy he was, wondering what the fuck happened. My father did approve of me going to the park going with Locky, since we were only eight and I knew Locky wasn’t going to hurt me. So everyday we would go to the park, for about five years actually. Till we were thirteen or fourteen we would always go to the park everyday, because it was still Locky’s duty to protect me from rapists and pedophiles that were common everywhere. The bruises all over my body were quite clear from Locky’s eyes and the time he confronted me about it was when I was in a slide. Since usually nobody came to the park anymore, I would usually hide out in the slide when it was either too cold, too hot or raining. It was one of those cold days, and I didn’t even realize Locky was there until I felt an arm around my shoulder, and I knew who it was buy the heavy amount of AXE that Locky used to put on. I leaned into his chest, and he began pressuring me to tell him why I had so many bruises, and why I never wanted to go home, and I finally just told him I was abused for most of my life. Now, Locky was this hardcore kid who didn’t give a fuck, but he gave me a big hug and said that I should’ve told him sooner and that he could always rely on him, but I knew I couldn’t. When we entered high school, Locky and I been split up, and I only saw Locky when him and I walked home, and I even asked him to go to the park, but he said it was for little kid and thought it was stupid. After a few months of us only seeing each other walking to school or walking home, I realized Locky would go out and get drunk off his ass, and since Locky wasn’t there for me to rely on him, I was beaten up more frequently sometimes needing to go to the hospital, but I had to keep it all stuck in my head, because Locky was never there, and he never noticed the bruises anymore since I began wearing more sweatshirts, to hide my arms and my bandaged body. I remember the first time I really did have a fight with Locky, I was asking him to stay home because I wanted to talk to him, and he grudgingly agreed, but I knew he wanted to party instead, but I needed to talk to him. We went straight to his house and when we were in his home I showed him my bruised and banged up body, and even the stitches on my shoulder from where my father cut me with a vodka bottle. I didn’t cry, because I hated to show the sign of weakness, and Locky just hugged me and asked why I didn’t come to sooner and I said because you changed and it seems like you never want to see me, and we fought for an hour about it until I just got fed up and left. We didn’t talk for three weeks, and when we saw each other it wasn’t talking. I was invited to a party that I was sure I would attend, and when I did attend the party I quickly saw Locky, and he was coming up to greet me but I just ran off with a friend of mine that came with me, because I didn’t want to deal with Locky’s shit that day. I was having my coke, because some straight edge kids were there too, and I didn’t even realize Locky was behind me dancing rather suggestively, and that he poured some of vodka into my cup. The alcohol went straight to my head, and I was drunk quickly and doing so many bad things with Locky, until he decided we should leave the party early and we went to his house and had sex. I woke up, and I got so scared because I didn’t know why I was naked and why I wasn’t in my bed, until I felt Locky’s arm tighten around my waist, and he woke up and saw my shocked look and asked what was wrong. I began crying and said how much I hated Locky at that moment, and he began getting upset and started to ask what was wrong, and I just yelled at him and we began fighting. I never told him that I was a child that was only made because my parents were too drunk to realize they forgot the condom and ended up with me, but that day I confessed it to him, and when he tried to give me a hug I just ran off, only did we not know that I ran away for a couple of months. I stayed at my cousin’s house for a while because of everything, and during that time I realized that I was pregnant and it had to be Locky’s child because he took away my virginity, and I told my aunt who said we should get it aborted, and I did and I never told a soul, but I forgave Locky and said it was just an honest mistake that he had sex with me, or well raped me. After the abortion, I ran home and the first I went to was Locky, and when he saw me he tackled me to the floor and began crying and saying how much he missed me and didn’t want me to leave or go anywhere. It was such a romantic scene, and Locky offered me a job to be a merch person for his band saying he never wanted me out of his sight, and always wanted me to be with him, and that he wanted to keep an eye on him. He’s really too much, but I accepted it and here we are today."
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Post by chararox on Mar 27, 2008 0:15:56 GMT -5
anastacia lynne biancardinineteen , anastace , not modern.
"party friends • just shake your boots, and let it all get loose"
"close friends • winos throwing frizbees at the sun"
"partners in crime • i'm insane to complain about a shotgun wedding"
"confidant • fluffy clouds jumping rainbows"
"protective over tiffany • and it's alright, she'll be sucking fingers all night"
"band mate • rock a honey rock a honey"
"respected • and i havent seen a pupil in his eyes for 16 days"
tiff says
anastacia say "Miss Lulu - mui calente. This girl is one of the few females I can actually stand to be around. We both sell Scheduled Nurse and represent their sheer sexiness; she rocks the merch and I rock the wardrobe. When we first met, she was a bit quiet and we never talked much and we just went our seperate ways. But, fate interviened when we ran into one another at one of my local indie fashion gallas that I was modeling at while taking break time from the hustle and bustle of Scheduled Nurse. Ha, I'll never forget the look on her face - he was in complete shock. She couldn't believe that she would catch me modeling indie fashions. So, then we began to shoot the breeze and got to know one another over some drinks, - well, she had a coke, but hey! I can't get the girl to touch alcohol to this day! - , and really became instintaneous friends since that day. We never have dull moments when in company and it makes our jobs fun; I really let loose with this chick. She can get me hyper, that's sure! -Like the one time she got me all hyper and I was acting way out of the norm and, in the end, I dumped a Sprite on Locky's lap... cyeahh. BAD.-
I know a lot about Luka's past and even though she's cool as all hell, she's a bit fragile and that worries me. I'm always there for her when she needs me and, little does she know, I always keep an eye out for her. Overall, in my opinion, without Miss Lulu and Anastace, Scheduled Nurse would be nothing, babe.
Mess with us, and you'll be hella sorry - best believe we be sophisticated funk."
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[i][size=3][font=georgia][color=030303]anastacia lynne biancardi[/color][/font][/size][/i]
[font=tahoma][size=1]nineteen , anastace , not modern.
"party friends • just shake your boots, and let it all get loose"
"close friends • winos throwing frizbees at the sun"
"partners in crime • i'm insane to complain about a shotgun wedding"
"confidant • fluffy clouds jumping rainbows"
"protective over tiffany • and it's alright, she'll be sucking fingers all night"
"band mate • rock a honey rock a honey"
"respected • and i havent seen a pupil in his eyes for 16 days"
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[u]anastacia say[/u] "Miss Lulu - mui calente. This girl is one of the few females I can actually stand to be around. We both sell Scheduled Nurse and represent their sheer sexiness; she rocks the merch and I rock the wardrobe. When we first met, she was a bit quiet and we never talked much and we just went our seperate ways. But, fate interviened when we ran into one another at one of my local indie fashion gallas that I was modeling at while taking break time from the hustle and bustle of Scheduled Nurse. Ha, I'll never forget the look on her face - he was in complete shock. She couldn't believe that she would catch me modeling indie fashions. So, then we began to shoot the breeze and got to know one another over some drinks, - well, she had a coke, but hey! I can't get the girl to touch alcohol to this day! - , and really became instintaneous friends since that day. We never have dull moments when in company and it makes our jobs fun; I really let loose with this chick. She can get me hyper, that's sure! -Like the one time she got me all hyper and I was acting way out of the norm and, in the end, I dumped a Sprite on Locky's lap... cyeahh. BAD.-
I know a lot about Luka's past and even though she's cool as all hell, she's a bit fragile and that worries me. I'm always there for her when she needs me and, little does she know, I always keep an eye out for her. Overall, in my opinion, without Miss Lulu and Anastace, Scheduled Nurse would be nothing, babe.
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Post by locky hartlet, on Apr 28, 2008 16:26:20 GMT -5
locky hartlettwenty , locks , asshole
best friends • painting the walls throwing some dice
friends with benefits • i don't care for your fairytales
flirting • my heavy heart sinks deep down under you
one night stand • sends them to bed, and she calls up a friend
fleeting glances • promise me you'll leave the light on
rivalry • and the other's got a flag
physical attraction • her body's calling bawling got me crawling up the wall
forbidden • you wanna keep your mouth shut
love-hated • pencil on my leg and I'm trying not to beg
secret • now by a horse, i once was told
locky says "I think that I could probably write a novel about everything that me and Luka have been through. And that shouldn't be all that surprising really, since we're pretty much inseperable and we've known each other for, like, almost twelve years I think. So yeah, there should be a lot to say. Maybe there's too much to say though. I'm not sure, but I better just get started before I start ranting forever. So the first time that I remember seeing her was at this one park. It's really weird that I remember this, since I usually don't remember very many good things from my childhood, but I guess this was an exception. My stepdad had taken me to the park, while my mom took my sister shopping. It was supposed to be a 'bonding' thing or some shit like that, I guess. I had my sexy little football with me that I never really did much with except for throwing it on the ground over and over again. So that's what I was doing, throwing it on the ground as hard as I could again and again for God only knows what reason, when I realized that my dad was talking to some guy behind me. I stopped torturing the ground and went over because I felt left out. The dude said hi to me and stuff, and then my dad was like, 'Lock, why don't you go play on the swings with Luka?' because I guess she was the dude's daughter. Then our dads started talking about how we were gonna get married one day and bring our families together or whatever, I got mad at that and so I left my football on the ground and went to go talk to this Luka chick. She was just sort of sitting there, and I guess she must've been zoning out or something because she didn't even see me. I thought that was kind of funny and so then I thought it would be even funnier to just start pushing her on the swing, especially since she was just sort of sitting there. Who just sits on a swing? Like, for real. I thought she was stupid. So I was pushing her, and it was all nice and fun for awhile. Then she jumps off and falls right on her face. She had, like, Barbie underwear, I could tell because her dress went up and I could see her butt. I was confused, and I was asking her about the undies but I never got an answer really, because then our dads came over and made us apologize and hug and stuff, even though I didn't really think it was such a big deal. We ended up going to the same school, and since I saw her a lot even though she was in a different grade than me, I'd always go and give her hugs and stuff since I knew that she thought I had cooties or whatever. Then it was my birthday, so she gave me this cupcake made out of play-doh, except it didn't really look like a cupcake; I thought it was a piece of poop until she explained to me what it was. I still have it though, no idea why, it's all hard and stuff now, but I can't really bring myself to throw it away because it brings back memories and shit. My birthday was also the day that I decided I was going to became Luka's own personal body guard, and I was going to do this by taking her to the park myself and using my scrawny ass self to save her from any danger since I didn't like how she always had bruises. I ended up being her 'body guard' for years. We might as well have owned that park. It was like, our territory. We went to that place everyday. It was weird how we never ran out of things to talk about. We must've told each other everything. I probably did; I mean, I did tell her about how I was molested and stuff. No one knew that. I just felt like I didn't need to keep anything from her. We had, like, this connection, you know? Creepy and lame, yeah, but still true. We went to that park until I was almost fifteen. Then we stopped. I'm not sure why. I think I'll just randomly take Luka to that park one day when the tour is close enough, she'd like that. Anyway, I remember one time, I left my skateboard at the park (I used to be really into that kind of stuff) after me and Luka had already left (I wasn't walking her home that day because she'd told me not to), so I had to go back and get it really quick. When I got there, though, I saw that she hadn't left at all, and was curled up inside the little area above the slide. Luka never really did want to go home, and I always wondered why, but I thought that if something was really wrong then she would tell me. But I knew that she wasn't telling me something, so I just climbed up there with her and held her and made her tell me the truth. I was pretty mad when I found out that her dad abused her; I didn't want anyone to hurt her, and there was really nothing I could do to stop her dad from hurting her. Then high school started and I really started to change. Thinking back on it I can't believe how much of an asshole I turned into. I never went to the park anymore because I thought it was dumb, and I only saw Luka when we would walk home together after school, and sometimes I wasn't even there for that. I would skip school a lot because I always had bad hangovers since I drank nearly every night. I thought I was all hardcore and shit. I still thought about Luka a lot and wondered if things were still as bad as they used to be with her father, but we weren't really all that close anymore so I didn't think it would be right to ask. I hadn't talked to her for, like, a month, when she finally called me and was like, 'Can I come over tonight?' I remember I was all pissed off because my friend Tyler was having this huge party that night, and if I stayed home I'd miss it, but whatever. I decided to stay and let Luka come over because she seemed upset and I really did miss her. I wanted to apologize for screwing things up between us. She came and after about a half hour of just hanging out in my room, she took off her sweatshirt and showed me how banged up her little body was. I felt pretty bad then, I knew that her dad was still probably abusing her and stuff and I'd just abandoned her like the jerk that I was. Then, since I'm an idiot, I got mad that she hadn't told me sooner and before I knew it we were yelling at each other and she was out the door without even saying goodbye. I felt even worse after she left, but I wasn't about to apologize or anything; I was far too stubburn to do anything like that. So we just went through another period of time where we hardly even talked, for about another month I guess. I did see her at this one party I was at. I thought that I was over it by then but as soon as I saw her I saw how much I missed her. I remember I went to go talk to her, but then her friend just gave me this nasty look before they both just sort of walked away, leaving me standing there like an idiot with this confused look on my face. And I guess that made me mad. Normally it wouldn't have made me so mad, but I had probably had more than one too many drinks at that point. And then one of my friends were like, 'dude, she's such a bitch anyway, and I heard that she's been having sex with Mark, she's such a slut.' I didn't even know who the hell Mark was or if she was really having sex with him, but that got me even angrier. So then a few of my friends thought that I should get her back or something, and I swear to God if I had been sober I wouldn't have listened to a word that they said. I never wanted to hurt her. But my mind was all screwed up and everyone was saying how fucking hilarious it would be if I put some alochol in her drink, since everyone knew that she wouldn't be able to handle it. So I did. I remember me and my friends watching her from across the room as she tripped and started acting all weird since she was drunk. Then with a little encouragement from my friends I went over to her. Her friend was too busy flirting with my friend Andrew so it was pretty easy to steal Luka away, even easier to press her against a wall in the hallway and kiss her since she was already hanging all over me anyway. I was planning to stop there, since I knew that even this was too far, but then she started, like, touching me and stuff and I knew that she didn't mean any of it but it was still too much. I tried to stop it a few days, I swear to God I did, but she said that she missed me and didn't want to stop. I should've know that she was just saying that because of the alcohol... fuck, I did know, I was just... I don't know, I'd always wondered how it would be if it was us. So like the asshole I am I took her to my house, took her to my bed where we'd just hung out and watched movies together like a million times... and then I fucked her. I remember waking up the next morning with this massive headache, but Luka was still right there next to me, in my bed, in my arms, and I really thought that everything was okay for a minute there. I didn't think she'd be mad. She told me the night before that it was what she had wanted, and I was okay with it, the whole thing was kind of nice actually. I'd always wondered if it would ever happen. I thought maybe, like, after that whole thing, maybe things could go back to like how they used to be and maybe we'd even be... together or something. So everything was good, I was still tired and I knew that my parents were at work by now, so I didn't see what was wrong with snuggling a little closer to her. That was when she freaked. I kept asking her what was wrong, but all she did was start crying and say that she hated me. That hit kind of hard; I got really upset and I tried to hold her to make her feel better but she wouldn't let me, and she started yelling and so naturally I started yelling back, saying that she'd told me that she wanted me last night but I don't think she bought that. Later she told me that her parents got drunk and that was how she'd come to exist today. That made me feel kind of bad, but of course she just ran off before I could do anything to make up for what I had done. I didn't see her for a few months after that. That was pretty bad. I don't like to admit it but I was pretty screwed up about what I had done still. I felt like I'd messed up everything and that she'd never want to talk to me again; I couldn't stop thinking about how she said that she hated me. So I was pretty excited when I heard a knock on the door and found Luka standing there. It's kind of embarrassing but I just sort of tackled her and hugged her and cried and told her how much I'd missed her. I don't do that to just anyone. I don't think I missed anyone as much as I missed Luka during those few months. She's like, my life support, I need her to be happy. It's really lame and stuff but it's the truth. I decided that now that I had her back with me I didn't want to have to let her go, and so I asked if she'd like to sell merch for my band and tour with us and stuff. So here we are; still closer than ever, still crazy and weird and still able to tell each other anything we want. It's kind of weird how she's with Alex now, though; the guy's like, one of my best friends and I don't think he knows how much Luka and I have been through together. But whatever, they are really cute together and I wouldn't ever want to see them break up. I like seeing them happy, I just wish that I could have that same kind of happiness with someone, you know? Oh well, that's sort of a whole different story. Point is Luka is super duper important to me and always will be."
lulu says "The only reason I have a little faith in God is because of Locky. I know, it sounds very cheesy, but the first time I had met Locky I began to realize, God had to give me a gift. Locky and I met when were about six or seven years old, yes, we’ve known each other for twelve years. We first met when his family came to my mother’s funeral, but we were both too young to remember that, so I’ll go to the next memory to when I remember seeing Locky Hartlet. It started off as me settling on the swings and kicking the woodchips and dirty because I was too tired to pump my pudgy legs of mine, and all of a sudden I started feeling myself getting pushed on the swing. I tried looking back, and I somewhat saw the boy pushing me, and he was all happy with a smile on his face. I just began laughing and enjoying the boy pushing me on the swing, and I realized that his father and my own were indulging in a conversation, so I only assumed my drunk of a father knew his father. After about five minutes of pushing, Locky finally stopped and I jumped off and fell flat on my face! God it was embarrassing, especially the fact that I was wearing a dress and Locky began asking why girl’s had different undies than him. My father came to my aid, by only tugging me up and then settling me down and yelled at me to apologize. So I did as my father said, because if I didn’t he would’ve beat me, Locky apologized as well, which was a good comforting feeling and we both hugged for our parent’s sake, believe me I did have an incredible urge to yell cooties and ask my dad for a cootie shot. After our little meeting, my father bid his goodbye and made me go home with him, I waved goodbye to Locky, and I knew it wasn’t our only meeting we would have. When I began going to school, Locky would come up to me and greet me and sometimes give me a hug just so he could see me ask my best friend to give me a cootie shot, which she gladly did. I began realizing Locky was a year older than me, when he told me it was his birthday and he said he was going to be nine when I was only eight, so doing the best thing I could do I made him a cupcake out of play-doh, which I know for a fact he still does have it! It was the first time that Locky saw the bruises on my hands and arms, and he asked what had happened, and I said I fell off my swings and that he shouldn’t worry about it, but Locky grew over protective and said that he would be the only one escorting me to the park and pushing me on the swings so I didn’t hurt myself. Sweet boy he was, wondering what the fuck happened. My father did approve of me going to the park going with Locky, since we were only eight and I knew Locky wasn’t going to hurt me. So everyday we would go to the park, for about five years actually. Till we were thirteen or fourteen we would always go to the park everyday, because it was still Locky’s duty to protect me from rapists and pedophiles that were common everywhere. The bruises all over my body were quite clear from Locky’s eyes and the time he confronted me about it was when I was in a slide. Since usually nobody came to the park anymore, I would usually hide out in the slide when it was either too cold, too hot or raining. It was one of those cold days, and I didn’t even realize Locky was there until I felt an arm around my shoulder, and I knew who it was buy the heavy amount of AXE that Locky used to put on. I leaned into his chest, and he began pressuring me to tell him why I had so many bruises, and why I never wanted to go home, and I finally just told him I was abused for most of my life. Now, Locky was this hardcore kid who didn’t give a fuck, but he gave me a big hug and said that I should’ve told him sooner and that he could always rely on him, but I knew I couldn’t. When we entered high school, Locky and I been split up, and I only saw Locky when him and I walked home, and I even asked him to go to the park, but he said it was for little kid and thought it was stupid. After a few months of us only seeing each other walking to school or walking home, I realized Locky would go out and get drunk off his ass, and since Locky wasn’t there for me to rely on him, I was beaten up more frequently sometimes needing to go to the hospital, but I had to keep it all stuck in my head, because Locky was never there, and he never noticed the bruises anymore since I began wearing more sweatshirts, to hide my arms and my bandaged body. I remember the first time I really did have a fight with Locky, I was asking him to stay home because I wanted to talk to him, and he grudgingly agreed, but I knew he wanted to party instead, but I needed to talk to him. We went straight to his house and when we were in his home I showed him my bruised and banged up body, and even the stitches on my shoulder from where my father cut me with a vodka bottle. I didn’t cry, because I hated to show the sign of weakness, and Locky just hugged me and asked why I didn’t come to sooner and I said because you changed and it seems like you never want to see me, and we fought for an hour about it until I just got fed up and left. We didn’t talk for three weeks, and when we saw each other it wasn’t talking. I was invited to a party that I was sure I would attend, and when I did attend the party I quickly saw Locky, and he was coming up to greet me but I just ran off with a friend of mine that came with me, because I didn’t want to deal with Locky’s shit that day. I was having my coke, because some straight edge kids were there too, and I didn’t even realize Locky was behind me dancing rather suggestively, and that he poured some of vodka into my cup. The alcohol went straight to my head, and I was drunk quickly and doing so many bad things with Locky, until he decided we should leave the party early and we went to his house and had sex. I woke up, and I got so scared because I didn’t know why I was naked and why I wasn’t in my bed, until I felt Locky’s arm tighten around my waist, and he woke up and saw my shocked look and asked what was wrong. I began crying and said how much I hated Locky at that moment, and he began getting upset and started to ask what was wrong, and I just yelled at him and we began fighting. I never told him that I was a child that was only made because my parents were too drunk to realize they forgot the condom and ended up with me, but that day I confessed it to him, and when he tried to give me a hug I just ran off, only did we not know that I ran away for a couple of months. I stayed at my cousin’s house for a while because of everything, and during that time I realized that I was pregnant and it had to be Locky’s child because he took away my virginity, and I told my aunt who said we should get it aborted, and I did and I never told a soul, but I forgave Locky and said it was just an honest mistake that he had sex with me, or well raped me. After the abortion, I ran home and the first I went to was Locky, and when he saw me he tackled me to the floor and began crying and saying how much he missed me and didn’t want me to leave or go anywhere. It was such a romantic scene, and Locky offered me a job to be a merch person for his band saying he never wanted me out of his sight, and always wanted me to be with him, and that he wanted to keep an eye on him. He’s really too much, but I accepted it and here we are today."
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