Post by lottie king. on Nov 18, 2010 18:33:45 GMT -8
[/color]CHARLOTTE ELYSE KING/ citizen
THE BASICS.
NAME, charlotte elyse king.
NICKNAMES, c, charlie, lottie.
AGE, eighteen.
DATE OF BIRTH, april 17th
HOMETOWN, beantown bitch.
SEXUALITY, pansexual.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS, single.
OCCUPATION, bartender.
SCHOOL HISTORY, i dropped out of high school, so obviously i have no immediate plans for university.
THREE WORDS YOU WOULD USE TO DESCRIBE YOURSELF. stubborn, spunky, funny.
DO YOU HAVE ANY REGRETS? fuck that.
THREE THINGS YOU COULDN'T LIVE WITHOUT. my smokes, jack daniels, and i thought my brother but i'm actually doing pretty well without him, so i guess schumer, that's my dog. and yeah, he's named after chuck schumer.
MY GUILTY PLEASURE IS 3 wise men hunting turkeys in mexico! which is a shooter and you use jd, jim beam, johnnie walker, some cuervo and wild turkey, the 80 proof. it's the greatest thing ever.
THE THINGTHAT INSPIRES ME MOST my music?
I PREFER BEING single.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE? do i look like a seven year old watching beauty & the beast? no.
CARTER LOREN WAS MY FIRST BOYFRIEND AND it was okay i guess. it was just before my mom was committed, and.. i don't know we were kids, you know? we held hands for a couple weeks, shared lunches, pushed each other on the swing on the playground, it was just like normal.
I LOST MY VIRGINITY WHEN I WAS thirteen to one of my brother's friend who had some disgusting nickname like bug or roach, i don't know, i was staying with him after my brother went in so, i guess i owed him? whatever, it wasn't that great, he was pretty rough.
THE LAST PERSON IN MY BED WAS starr and nicholas. but we actually didn't do anything, we were fucked and crashed at my place.
MY FIRST KISS was actually kind of nice. i was eleven and so was he and.. i don't know, it was just nice.
THE LAST PERSON I SAID I LOVE YOU TO WAS my dog. seriously.
.. meet li'l wayne.
.. eventually get my GED and go to culinary school.[/ul][/ul]
MY FAMILY TREE.
mother diane munroe, ?.
father collin munroe, ?.
siblings tristan king, twenty five.
what is your family like? my family... is just.... i don’t even think i have the words to describe the fuckery it is, god... well, first off me and my mom- not close. she was committed when i was ten. she’s a total schitzo, like for real shrink seeing pill popping schitzo. she did a lot of drugs fucked herself up real bad, made the schizophrenia worse. she stopped doing drugs for a combined total of 18 months, that would be the 8 months she was preggo with my brother, the seven with me and the three short months she spent in a boston psych hospital after she had me. i was born too early but she had like an episode and tried to cut me out of her stomach, no lie. she thought i was an alien implanted into her by the government or some freaky science fiction shit. the ambulance came and picked her up after the neighbors heard her screaming her head off from the pain and her episode. i was/am fine -well, that's up to personal interpretation - she was/is fine. i don’t see her very often, she doesn’t remember me most of the time when we do see eachother. my dad and brother are in prison for drugs and larceny, respectively. when my dad was arrested... he was just as bad as my mom with drugs but it was still so scary, i was like “what am i going to do without my daddy?” tristan tried hard, but he could never keep a job, couldn’t stay clean long enough or he’d forget to go to work.... just all kinds of bull shit... then when he went to prison i was seriously shit out of luck, where was i going to go? i got shipped off to my aunt stella's in this fucking hell hole dreary shit town hollow creek. can’t you tell i’m in love? they tried to send me to that stupid rich bitch school, i dropped out a few weeks after i arrived, made a few friends and i hang out with them. make some money playing at ultraviolet, and other places around here, i also landed a job at the trap as a bartender, you don't want to know how i convinced the owner to pretend i was 21 and hire me. anyways my aunt and i aren’t very close, i feel like i should be paying rent cus it doesn’t seem like a family thing at all.
THE LAST CRIME I COMMITTED WAS you expect me to keep track?
THE LAST LIE I TOLD WAS about my age.
NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT my family, that i used to be afriad of being kidnapped by gypsies. silly, i know, but when my big brother tristan had to baby sit he told me if i was bad or ratted him out to dad about his drugs that he’d sell me to the gypsies and they would come kidnap me. so i lived in fear of gypsies for the better part of my life, sometimes i’m still kind of freaked out.
MY BIGGEST FEAR IS ending up like tristan or my parents.
THE LAST RUMOUR I HEARD ABOUT MYSELF WAS... hmm. do they really count if they're true? i guess the last untrue one i heard was that i'd had three abortions in the space of a month.
RANDOM THOUGHT. starr owes me fifty bucks.
FAVOURITE FOOD. snatch, no, i'm kidding. chimichangas.
FAVOURITE MOVIE. saw three.
YOU HAVE TWO DAYS LEFT TO LIVE, WHAT DO YOU DO WITH THEM? oh. my. god-that-i-don't-believe-in. i'd end up dead before by two days were up, i'd go fucking apeshit. what? you think i'm like that already? you haven't seen anything yet.
WORDS TO LIVE BY,
EMILY, EIGHTEEN, GOTHIC BARBIE. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/sub]