City of Angels {LadySky/thomasarsenault}
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				Title: <strong>City of Angels {LadySky/thomasarsenault}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySky</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 19:40:19</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss291/Lucille79_photos/E%20Characters/city20of20angels.jpg)</div><br>If one were to simply gaze down from the heavens and into the Thorned Rose Bar it's likely they would have sworn it was a holding pen for cattle going to auction. Odd to have so much color and such loud music in a cattle holding pen....<br><br>Charolotte was quite sure she was going to be crushed. As she slowly, inch by grueling inch, made her way back from the bar with more beer the young woman could not stop smiling. Yes, she might be very near her death, death by trampling, but she was having the time of her life. Small town misery seemed hundreds of miles away, actually her small town home and her two boring parents <em>were</em> hundreds of miles away. Her toes suddenly became the victim of anothers very heavy foot and she squealed loudly but still her infectious smile remained.<br><br>The beat of drums vibrated all through her body, pounding in time with her adrenaline filled heart. She glanced once more to the stage, eyeing the band that was leading the throng of patrons with their mesmerizing music. Over the last few months since Charlotte had arrived in LA, she had seen and heard many bands. Most were middle of road, would never make it big but pleasant enough to enjoy. Some had been awful and though she was not one to criticize others art, since she herself was a struggling artist, she had been tempted once to boo, loudly. Tonight's band.....was good. The kind of good that made shivers race up Charlotte's spine, the kind of good that was destined to rise to fame. She felt privileged to be here to witness their journey.<br><br><em>"Lottie! Over here!"</em><br><br>At the sound of her roommates shrill call Charlotte tore her stare back away from the band. With an answering yell she pushed and shoved until finally she arrived before her friend with the new beers. <strong>"This is insane, this place is going to get shut down if they let to many more inside!"</strong> her laughter rang out around them, she never held back when laughing, viewing it as therapeutic and necessary to her well being, almost as important as oxygen.<br><br><em>"Well, if we get trampled and die at least we can say it was worth it!"</em><br><br>Eagerly Charlotte nodded her agreement, <strong>"Hell yes! This band is going to make millions, their amazing!"</strong> With that the two girls turned their excited gazes back to the stage and the let the music sweep them away. In most respects Charlotte looked just like a dozen of girls living in LA circa 1987, her long honey brown hair was high in a ponytail and though she did not tease her bangs to stand on end like others, her ponytail was. She sported the customary overdone makeup, blue eyeshadow and hot pink lipstick, and of course the too large one shoulder top, royal blue naturally, and finished off with hot pink leggings. Her three inch spike white heels completed what would one day be seen as a fashion tragedy. The two things that separated her from the pack?<br><br>For one Charlotte possessed the sweetest most lovely face around. Even her makeup could never hide her perfect heart shaped face, the plump and perfectly kissable lips, adorable nose that had the tiniest little point to it and then there were her eyes. Large and round, almost too big for her small face, they were a perfect ocean blue. Aquamarine in color, they would sparkle and shine and with her various emotions the color would deepen to sapphire or lighten to emerald. Magical some said.<br><br>If one could ever stop gawking at her eyes they would notice the second difference, the second thing that set her apart from the crowd. Her tiny little hands were always stained with some form of paint. At times she wold sport deep black charcoal stains around her thumbs when she resorted to that form of expression for her artwork. No matter the material, she never could quite scrub away the side effects of her obsession with self expression.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/2349.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Charlotte Mertz</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 18 <br><strong>Height:</strong> 5'3 <br><strong>Weight:</strong> 112 lbs. <br><strong>Hair:</strong> Golden Brown, falling to shoulders <br><strong>Eyes:</strong> Aquamarine <br><strong>Build:</strong> 34B/19/33 Small and slight, very dainty and soft.<br><strong>Personality:</strong> Funny and spirited with loads of energy. Always looking for an adventure and has a huge imagination and artistic ability. <br><strong>Bio:</strong> Charlotte is the only child of two teachers who are very kind but very conservative. From a young age she began to loose the ability to sleep well and would spend most nights painting or drawing. Depression caused Charlotte to start drinking at 14 years old and when she was 15 she began experimenting sexually. Her painting reflected her sexual experiences and she hid most everything from her parents knowing how they would react to her highly erotic art. Now 18 the last six months she has been unable to sleep at all and her parents found all her art to their horror. After discovering this they demanded she destroy them all and go to college to become a simple teacher. Charlotte destroyed their house instead and set fire to the barn. After a few weeks recovery she was released from the mental hospital with a clean bill of health. The moment she saw an opening Charlotte escaped, making her way by bus to LA in order to persue her dreams of becoming an artist.<br>Charlotte always looks wild and ready to laugh.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Angels {LadySky/thomasarsenault}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thomasarsenault</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 15:46:11</strong>
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				The Los Angeles music scene was starting to get big. Labels generally came to the city looking for talent and they rarely ever left without it. Bars and Clubs would search for the best musicians and pay them highly just to bring in a crowd of people that wouldnt leave until the band was completely finished with their set. In the long run&nbsp; they were making more money than they even put out. <br><br>Thomas had loved music since birth. Always dancing to some imaginary beat in his head or singing some completely made up lyrics. It was just a way to express himself. Music was his life. Eventually art came into the mix and he began to draw more than actually playing music. Yet, he found a way around them dilemna and combined the two together. Music being his art.<br><br>Before her knew it, he was trying out for bands. Going all along the Los Angeles coast. Audition after Audition. But he usually got turned down for declining to wear makeup and glam clothes onstage like the rest of the band did. That was the style though. If your hair wasnt going everywhere and you werent wearing boots or tight pink pants, you werent accepted.<br><br>Eventually he started doing auditioning for fun. Getting to hangout with the band for a couple of hours and pass the time by getting wasted. Free heroin wasnt someting that you'd pass up. But then he found himself trying out for a band that was as dedicated as he was. Turned out that all of them were doing the same thing as him by just auditioning to be auditioning.<br><br>They began to play gigs, record demos, write songs, hangout, get wasted, fuck girls, and harrass the cops. To the point where it became a regular thing. Which brought him to the moment right now. The fans were going nuts.&nbsp; His guitar shredded notes that he didnt even think that he could do, He poured his soul into almost ever solo that whenever he hit the first not, people lost their breaths. Complimemted with the lead singers crazy screams, the bassist keeping them on track and the drummer going insane, thats all you needed for a good bad. When they hit their last note, they said their 'thank- you's' and headed of stage.<br><br>Thomas pushed his way through the crowd eventually ran into the most gorgeous girl that he'd ever seen. She was the perfect height, she had so many curves, just everything was working for this girl. "Oh, my bad. Hey, I think that I know you." He mentioned. It was obvious that he was lying. Thomas slowly grabbed the girls hand, leading her to an abandoned section of the venue. "Now that we're out of that mess....Im Thomas."
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Angels {LadySky/thomasarsenault}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySky</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 19:43:52</strong>
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				<em>"If you keep staring Lottie your going to bore a hole into his guitar."</em><br><br>Charlotte's head whipped around at the sound of her friends voice, she blushed bright red at having been caught staring at the sexy guitar player. She stuck her tongue out playfully and returned to gazing lustfully at the man who's fingers seemed to fly over his guitar. Her entire body seemed to tingle at the sight of him, she wanted to meet him badly. As hot as he was however she also knew better than to go down that road. Getting interested in a band member equalled disaster.<br><br>She and Becky were slowly making their way toward the front entrance when Charlotte stumbled thanks to a rough push from behind. She was just buzzed enough from her three beers to laugh instead of curse at the offender. Seeing who it was only served to make her smile brighter, she didn't even have the common sense to object when he grabbed her hand and drug her away to a more private area of the crowded bar. His voice was silky smooth and Charlotte stared up into his eyes in a dim haze, completely ignoring all her warning bells that told her this guy could only cause her trouble.<br><br><strong>"I'm Charlotte, or Lottie, everyone calls me that out here for some reason."</strong> she laughed sweetly, just a little to loud thanks to the buzz she had going on. <strong>"You were wonderful tonight! I could listen to you for hours and never get bored."</strong> she just had to add the compliment, though she normally hated groupies who gushed over bands.
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