Post by *ZUI NIXON PHOENIX! on Dec 19, 2009 23:30:28 GMT -5
And yes my name is,
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you keep calling it a crash and burn[/size][/color][/center]
It will all fall into place,
And I just have to know, who are you? Zui fucking Nixon Phoenix...fuck yeah
So how many years have you walked this earth? nineteen years of hell
Whats the exact date you began to breath? Check my sisters bitch
Curiosity isn't a burden, whats your sexuality? Straight
Hm... I can pin point it but what sex are you? female
Woah! So how did your character come to be? canon
So who are your friends and whats your partake? Theatre Of Robots, leadguitar and vox
You look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere? kaelin marie
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This is who I am,
What do you like, love, or desire exactly?
---Braylon
her brother
her sister
her band
music
her guitar
her friends
clothing
photography
parties
having fun
And you seem to hate alot, what do you dispise?
rap music
getting angry
---wilson
before they wake
people who piss her off
people who piss off her siblings or friends
liars
bitches
sluts
knives
fakes
We all feel like a surge of energy lies within us.
guitar, singing, making speeches, sarcasm
And I know that you can be that positive, so your weak?
her anger, throwing things
Attitudes can kill too, what is your personality?
BLUNT
Zui is a pretty blunt person. That's the one thing that throws people off about her. She may seem quiet at first but she is incredibly talkative once she warms up to people. She speaks her mind a bit too much and sometimes makes comments that no one wants to hear. You could always depend on Zui to tell her honest opinion if you want to hear it or not. Usually, people don't have a choice since she always just blurts it out no matter what happens.
SHORT TEMPERED.
Everything almost pisses off Zui. She has the temper of a bull. The color red to her is everything. Anything can set her off in under a minute. It could be a comment about how she dressed and her hair, or something about her brother. She has no control over her anger at all. She has been referred for anger management but she refuses to go. Zui thinks she has no problem at all, that people are just there to make her angry and cause problems. Often she will go on very large rants on how everything is there to make her life like hell. If whatever is pissing her off has to do on her past she is more than likely to walk away from it. No part of her ever wants to go over why she ran away, but if it's something that has nothing to do with her past she'll most likely try to fight someone or put up a never ending argument. Most compare her to Joan Jett
BITCH
Zui can be a bitch. When people talk shit about her behind her back, she'll fight back. She has no problem with fighting back either. She uses words like razors to cut people apart. Zui likes to get revenge on people who talk about her just because she thinks it's immature. Usually, people back down when she confronts them because she's not afraid of confrontation. She will most likely act like a terrible bitch to them anyways. There's really a never nice word coming from her mouth other than when she is talking to her sister or brother
LOUD
She doesn't care if your twenty feet away or a inch to her. She is always yelling about something or just yelling when not needed. She doesn't care about those nicknames such as loud mouth or shit like that. That's just her and she doesn't care about talking loud. She just likes getting her point across so people could understand although they could understand her if she didn't yell too. But in Zui's mind she thinks it helps her somehow.
My past is nothing special,
[/center]Dear i'd love to know who your parents are?
Dana Phoenix-- deceased
Erick Phoenix-- fifty two- cop-- asshole
Did you have someone to argue with when you were younger?
River Phoenix- Twin sister- lead vocals for theartre of robots
---Phoenicx3-twin brother- in Thearte of Robots
Any wild animals running around your house?
n.a
So I wanna know about your past, present, and maybe even future?
My fucking past? You don't wanna fucking know. I was the one who was born first. Yes, Zui Nixon Phoenix was the first born. Then came my lovely sister and my brother. So, here's what happened. I grew up in dirty Vegas. Partying, drinking everything. I grew up listening to Joan Jett and The Runaways. When I brought my first CD that was it. I knew who exactly who I wanted to be. Growing up with a brother and sister who were the same age as you was pretty awesome. I mean we backed each other up on everything. It was fine. I love them both to death.
Anyways, I picked up my first guitar when I was eight. Yep, music attracted me at a young age. Years later I self taught myself how to play guitar while my sister sang and my brother played bass. By the time we were thirteen we already had a reputation for causing the most trouble. We were the terror triplets after Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee well, yeah...It was weird...I considered myself to be Lita Ford, my fucking hero next to Joan Jett of course. Anyways, but yeah, we caused too much fucking trouble. My sister was the quiet one, while my brother was the weird one. I was the temperamental one, throwing chairs when nothing went right. Of course,that's when something pisses me off.
So, when my brother's old band stabbed him in the back and my sister's ex boyfriend cheated on him..I found two friends who joined as our back up guitar player and drummer. Before than...I was doing some bad things...like ...i was a hitman....kinda thing for someone...I DON'T KNOW DON'T ASK ME. Okay, So. I'm screwed up. I worked for a drug dealer...as like.. a hit man or something with my best friend James. I don't know why I ever I called him my friend. Alright, I've never told anyone this...ever. I tell my brother and sister that the scars on my body came from the car crash I was in. but those are lies. James...was not a friend. He was more like a pain giver. He....hurt me...A lot. James was a fan of knives...so he tested them on me. He cut into me a lot, using the me as a tester. most of the time they were never serious but he did stitch me up. When we were in the car I ordered another gang to crash into us. using the brick wall to crush the back, making sure I died with him so I didn't live with the guilt. If I wasn't dead from the crash I told them to kill me. Whilst this was happening I was stabbed by him on my side, next to the glass cutting my body apart I was dead right? nope. By the time the gang dragged me out of the car to finish me off the car came. Lovely christmas right? They tried beating me to death before the cops. I was hospitalized for two months before they let me out. There was trauma let alone watching James's head roll off his shoulders. I now had to live with the guilt. The band started and every christmas i grew depressed. By then my parents were dead and my boss slowly withered away from cancer...I lost everyone except for my band and siblings.. I hear his voice though, telling me I'm shit and broken. Sometimes when it gets bad I start cutting just to see if it'll stop him from talking. I know it's bad but I can't help it.[/size][/color]
Who are you exactly,
[/size][/font][/center]And so who are you really?avery
So your how old again? 16
You've been roleplaying for how long? four
How many other characters do you have? river and veronica
What would you like your member title to be? member title desired
Oh! whats the secret password love? read the rules
Hm... anything else I should know? im a admin
The heat was horrible, or well in the mind of someone dreaming about heat it was horrible. It burned horribly against her skin. She wasn’t even sure what the hell it was. Veronica always had these sorts of dreams where she couldn’t figure out if life had gone after her or if she was just dreaming. She wanted to know though; she wanted to know why wasn’t she handed over a different life, not the one of the crowned princess. Knives sliced open her body…dissecting her? She couldn’t tell but the pain felt as real as anything. She couldn’t even scream. She had no voice. It had left her. No voice meant she couldn’t scream or cry out or anything. The pain and the heat were so bad. She could feel it in her bones, the burn of the heat felt as if it was melting her bones. Voices…. She wasn’t even sure. She could see shadows hovering over her and could only make out their bright white teeth that would turn in a grin. Her stomach lurched and if anyone was watching her from outside of her head. Her body was shaking and flailing and she was shaking and screaming for it to go away. No one ever quite knew what the ‘it’ was. They all just assumed she was having the nightmares about the time their parents died. She was…She was just having the nightmares about what they would do to her after they killed her or if she wasn’t dead yet. She didn’t want to die after every that happened. After watching her parents and all eight of her brothers die in front of her or be killed. After watching Trenton’s family killed in front of her. She wanted to die then but not now. She was safe…or so she thought. She hoped they never knew where she was. She couldn’t handle the thought of them…. coming for her. They told her they would. They told her they would find her and kill her like her family. She still believes it. She still goes nowhere without a knife or anything else. She’s afraid and she would admit to no one but Trenton or Jamison. The dream or well, nightmare went on like this. It felt like white-hot heat cut into her bones, burning their way through her. The screams were probably loud enough to wake someone and it did. She probably sounded like she was being murdered but no one in the nightmare could hear it. If anyone like Trenton walked into the scene they would find her on the ground curled up in a ball crying her eyes out and trying to smack people away and that’s exactly how he found her. Insanity honestly, Troy also known as Trenton, couldn’t help seeing his cousin or well, sister apparently looking like this.
Ronnie still hadn’t wakened up from the dream but she was sitting up in it. Staring at all the faces, the people who killed her family. Her brother who was the prince, her real brother, the one that she loved so much but never saw due to the murder. She wanted to cry and wasn’t sure if she was. She couldn’t handle it as she sat up she looked down at her body, it was opened up. Inside weren’t body parts but fucking flames. The flames enveloped her, taking her in. Screaming was never help. This was all unbearable though she was burning to death and no one would help her. She was struggling and she could feel herself being tied down, taking deep breathes of air to try and cool her burning lungs. Burning, they were burning. She wasn’t even breathing. She scratched at the metal table she was placed on. It was like a fucking horror movie where she was strapped down. “Stop, Sam stop! It’s fine I’m here.” Someone’s voice broke through and she could barely tell whom it was. Ahh, Trenton. How could she trust him if he was just standing there with them? How could she even think of trusting him help her? He was one of the ones who were causing the terrible burning pain. Finally, she had found her voice and started screaming. Bloodcurdling loud long screams, “ HELP IT’S BURNING IT’S BURNING” She couldn’t keep the words from leaving her throat. She twisted and turns causing more pain to shoot through her bones and body.
“Sam, Sam calm down it’s another nightmare. “ The voice told her but she wouldn’t listen. “IT’S NOT I’M BURNING I’M BURNING” Her screams echoed through the house, while another person joined the crowd. Jamison, her best friend, her cousin’s boyfriend, he wasn’t there staring at her. “JAMISON HELP THEY ARE BURNING ME.” It only took a few minutes for someone’s cool arms wrap around her and soothe the burning pain. She had no idea where she was but she wasn’t in pain after she opened her eyes. The blurred sight of a regular room was what she saw. Ronnie took in a shaky breath. Her lungs weren’t burning…. Nor was her body. Her body seemed fine except for the layer of sweat that had soaked her entire body. She leaned her head against Damien’s chest and sighed. She did it again, thinking that she was taken and dying. She should of known that she was doing that. She always did. Every night they came into her mind causing trouble. These terrible nightmares were apparently her way of coping. Coping what? She had no idea. She shook still. Shaking was an after shock. Damien’s arms tightened around her.
Damien’s arms tightened around her. “You’re okay. Its’ Just a dream…Just a dream." She listened to his soothing voice as it calmed her down. Troy stood above her and Damien handed her over. Her small body was so easy to life and carrying around. Ronnie wrapped her arms around her brother’s neck and started sobbing into it. “What was it about?” He asked her in a soft voice as her body racked with sobs. “T-they had…c-cutting my bones with fire” She honestly, couldn’t get a straight answer out. After two minutes of calming herself down. She swallowed and tried to soothe the headache she had. “There was people all around me, you, mom dad, my brothers, my other brother" She took a deep breath before continue. “They were there…Cutting into my bones and breaking them in half, cutting into my body. It burned like a fucker Troy. I sat up and looked down and I was cut open, I never saw my insides just…f-fire.” She mumbled as she held herself close to him. She felt safe in his arms even though he was there. “Another one huh? That one sounds worse than the last when you were well…yeah” He said as he smoothed out her hair. Ronnie couldn’t help but smile. She really did love the two of them with all her heart. They were there for her so much and she couldn’t process what would happen if they were ever to disappear. “ Thanks guys. I love you” She voiced her thoughts as she slowly stood up, running a hand through her bright red hair as she held onto the bedside dresser, looking at the clock, she almost panicked. She was going to be late for school but then she realized it was a weekend. Ronnie let out a relieved sigh and patted Troy on the shoulder as she lay down on her bed. Her body sinking into the warm bed as she pulled her covers over her body. “Do you think you’ll need sleeping pills?” Troy asked and she shook her head, closing her eyes but the images flashed before her. Unlike some people her dreams stayed in her head. The images showed up whenever she thought about it.
It was horrible and she couldn’t imagine going through it all again but she knew she would if she closed her eyes. She was exhausted though. It sucked the energy out of her. So much that she was tired, much more tired in the first place. A sigh left her rather pale lips as she sat up, gripping her hair at the roots and pulling it. “Maybe…I should just go out of a walk.” She told herself as she looked down on the clock. It was light out and people were out. She had no fear right? Right. She wasn’t going to die. They weren’t going to find her here. She was going to be okay…Okay. That seemed like a good idea. Going out and taking a walk maybe she should get some coffee. That seemed better. Coffee would wake her up, coffee would keep her from sleeping like a baby or a well, nightmare plagued baby who had no idea what the hell she was going to do with herself. She felt her strength return to her as she stood up from her bed, pushing herself off and not wavering or anything. Another sigh left her lips as she took a few small steps to her black dresser and pulling out the top drawer. She rifled through it, taking out a lacy pair of underwear and a bra. Black, the only color she was sure she had in there. Maybe there were some others but today was just black. Next were the shirts. She had a odd sense of style. Anything off the shoulder was well, amazing in her book. She took out her favorite gray one. It was long sleeve; thin from the many times she had worn it over the years. Almost threadbare actually, she took care of it like a baby though. It was just her favorite shirt. The pants came next; she chose something simple, gray skinny jeans that she had worn in too.
After a few minutes of debating what shoes to wear she picked them out of her closet and set everything on to the bed as she stripped out of her PJS. Which were a pair of simple black shorts and a white tank top, which had been well worn beyond its use with the holes that it had in it. She walked into her own bathroom and flipped the switch, opening the shower curtain and turning on the water. It had to be hot or else she would of never gotten into it in the first place. She knew if she didn’t take a shower, the sticky feeling of sweat would stick to her all day. That was one of the problems with nightmares she woke up in a chilled sweat that had chills running down her spine. Cold sweats were the worse. It felt like she was being dumped in ice or her blood was so cold it couldn’t help but produce cold sweat. Honestly, she wasn’t even sure if she was making sense. She hoped she was, or else she would be going crazy. As the room steamed up with hot steam the mirror clouded up, she stared at her body, as the room got hotter, you would think she’d want to avoid heat but she knew what was real life and what wasn’t. The scars. That marked her pale were very purplish red. They showed clearly unlike some of the other scars. They started from her ribcage down to her hipbones. When doctors asked what they were she would say her dad did it. Only because that was her cover up story, which she stuck to all the time, her and Troy were orphans. Jumping from family to family because of their abusive drunk father who resided in England and he killed their mother.
Honestly, it kept people believing. There was one person though whom she knew didn’t believe their story and that was the school’s annoying gossip queen. An aggravated sigh left Ronnie as she thought about Wilson. That bitch better stay out of her business. She didn’t need anyone digging up dirt on her or her friends. It wasn’t fair, that they could be killed if one person spilled about who they really are. After a few moments of pondering whether they should leave New York because of this she gave up thinking about it and sighed to herself. She might as well do something else; leaving New York didn’t seem to be the answer. Damien and Troy were happy and so was she for the most part, plus they had a lot of friends that she loved and then there was Joe. He was a confusing…part of her life. She had no idea. What the hell he did to her that made her wanted him but hate him at the same time. She couldn’t really…get it through her head that he was just a cocky asshole trying to get into her pants. It didn’t help that she wanted him to get into her pants. No, that didn’t help at all. She wanted to stay away from him, but that was kind of hard considering her best friend was dating his best friend. Oi vey, that wasn’t good. She wasn’t even sure that it was the best idea after all. Should she just give in? Tell him how she felt. No, that was the worst idea. Veronica Slash or Samantha Graceland would NEVER do that even if she were going to die. She was not going to admit her feelings for him unless he was going to do it first. Ronnie felt the water and concluded that it was a good amount of temperature. Stepping in the boiling water hit her bare skin. Instantly, any muscles that were tense relaxed and suddenly she was feeling better. A happy sigh left her as she started running the soap over her skin.
Creating lather and the sticky sweaty feeling finally going away as she rinsed it off under the water. She grabbed the shampoo and poured some into her hand, rubbing her head and pulling back her hands as she stuck her head under the water and washed it away then repeating the step over again and then using conditioner, which left her hair hanging straight and smooth. She always loved what conditioner did to her hair. After a few finishing touches to her daily shower she stepped out and shivered a little from the cold hair that hit her body and created small goose bumps that ran up her arms. She grabbed the towel from the rack and wrapped it around her. She didn’t know where the hell she got them but they were extremely soft and really, really, really warm. After drying off she went back in her room, wrapping the towel around her head and started pulling on her clothes, first came the underwear and bra, then her shirt which laid against her body, hugging her well, what was there of her curves and then her jeans which clung to her thin legs. Ronnie slipped on her shoes and went back into her bathroom, running a brush through her red hair as she put some product in it so it didn’t look like a complete frizz disaster. After a few minutes of calming down her hair she started with her make up. Ronnie opened the cabinet door and peered inside, grabbing the mascara, black eyeliner, and gray eye shadow, cover up and lip-gloss. Honestly, she didn’t need the cover up but she had it anyways.
Leaning towards the mirror she popped open the eyeliner and started surrounding her eyes with a minimal amount of it. Honestly, she hated the raccoon look. She thought it looked tacky. After putting a small amount of the top and bottom lip. She popped the cap back on and pulled out the gray eye shadow. She took out the little brush thing and rubbed it, turning the white into a smoking gray as she leaned in and smoothed it over her pale eyelids. Soon, she had that lovely smoky look that brought out her bright blue eyes. Smiling to herself she applied mascara on with that stupid fish face everyone did and capped that up too. Next was the cover up which she only used a little of and the lip-gloss which coated her lips lightly, she hated the feeling of too much lip-gloss. After she was done she tied back her hair, showing her whole face off. She put everything back and walked back into her room again, closing her closet door and grabbing her red coat. She loved that coat. It was warm, it was impossibly warm and she just loved it. Ronnie slipped it on and grabbed her tiny purse and Ipod that had lovely music on it. Something to keep her company as she walked through the city to go get her coffee, she walked through her door and into the living room where her two favorite people were. “Hey” She said simply as she kissed their foreheads. She really did love them, so much. They smiled at her and Ronnie patted Troy’s head as she opened the front door and walked through, closing it softly behind her and walking down the stairs and out into the world.
She tied her scarf around her neck as she walked down the street, her ballet flats slapping lightly against the pavement as she heard heels and work shoes doing the same. She absolutely loved the city don’t get her wrong. Romania and England were amazing too but those held memories she didn’t want to go back to. She headed towards Starbucks. Her favorite place to be when she was feeling tired. She pulled open the door and welcomed the aroma of coffee as she walked in. She felt like Starbucks was a warm environment. It took her a few moments to decide what she wanted as she placed her order and took her caramel frap and her muffin and sat down at a table. She broke off a small piece of the muffin and popped it into her mouth. Ronnie yawned softly as she took a sip of the coffee. Now, it was time for her to wake up.
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