Save Rock and Roll {D5/Closed}

Name/Alias: Elegant
1st Choice: Light Em Up
2nd Choice: Death Valley
Ideas for Each: Oh gosh oh my wow I can't even I just want to light everything on fire?

Because when there is nothing left to burn you have to set yourself on fire, and there is always something left to burn, metaphorically and physically. There are no limits to the lashings you can give with your tongue or the skin you can split with a nail, everything can fall to ruin it seems, with an easy push from you. You are the queen of destruction, the master of flame, it falls off your tongue like ivory drops, cruelty like a second nature. You burn those who would have your beauty to the ground, filling them with ice until they freeze and shatter, you burn them, you love the smell of charred flesh. Your room is a network of mirrors and candles, light refracting and bounding and singing secrets down and down.

You collect secrets like they are matches and have never believed in not sharing, when the time is right. You take what people hold dearest to them, thoughts they wouldn't even share with their mother, but you hold because you're just so god damned beautiful, pretty, made of porcelain, you are a face to be whispered to. You take their worries, their secret lives and you spread them, lighting them up so that the night sky is only filled with their shortcomings. You crave the burning that comes with it, the feeling that you know that you have caused this destruction because you aren't just another pretty face, you are a slayer of happiness, a dream killer. You know everything there is to know about everyone, you hold gossip to you as if it were your own skin, and you never let them forget it. Blackmail and warnings burnt into the grass of their lawns precedes you.

For you may be beautiful, but you are deadly in the worst of ways.

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Life is short and you are beautiful, so why the hell not?

You have never believed in anything so much as the human body because it is something that you can touch, something that you can feel against your own self. Isn't that what belief is? A confirmation of your own existence? It is to you, always has been ever since that first time your mother's friend started babysitting you and you first learned what the real touch of another was. Maybe you should have been ashamed, being only ten years old and never feeling an ounce of shame about what her touch did to your body. No, you've loved it, always have, always will. In fact, you crave it, the whispers that people give you when it's just the two of you. The intimacy between strangers is glorious, you search for it within the eyes of every person you meet. Girl, boy, man, woman, it doesn't matter, it's all the same to you, you just want their body and nothing more. Hit them more than once and suddenly you know them, suddenly they expect your life story. Nah, you prefer to remain nameless, to be aloof.

Possible FC (optional): I have ideas, but they aren't reserved! So I can let you know privately.
Anything Else: This plot is perfect and gorgeous <3

Name/Alias: Cass
1st Choice: Miss Missing You
2nd Choice: Miss Missing You

Ideas for Each:

The white picket fence between right and wrong, the road that leads to know where, the path you should stray from. I am the balance between them all, the hurt before the pain comes, the darkness as the hope fades. There is no in-between, I'm either wrong or I am right, the wrong seems to spill forth in waves of lava, consuming me, however. It seems that not only is time an enemy of the world but pain and suffering have coincided as one and become something I must learn to not fear but endure. It seems that fate has sung its song and I must be the one to always stumble across the line, a million mistakes chasing after me. After all how can we learn from our mistakes when there are so many to make? Others learn from others mistakes but I can only learn from the ones I make. I cannot see past this frosted mirror to teach myself how others did it. I must be the one to endure, to feel and to cry. I must be the one to step lightly, tread hard and break, because I cannot overcome this without being the one to crumble and fall. Trust to early is a dangerous thing. But it seems it is one of the more corrupt mistakes I will never get past. It is a vivid stain imprinted on my soul, trust, trust, trust. Take their hand, let them lead you away. Kiss them, love them, call them a friend and do not think badly of them. So them for the image they throw up and not for what is behind it.

They all lie, though. It is like the sin that slowly consumes me, the fire that breathes down my throat as I speak. The bully stands behind the gun, the trusted face pulls the trigger. And yet I still cannot believe it is them and at the same time I know it is. Mistake they scream, the voices tell me. But am I not doing the right thing by trusting? apparently not. Oh but the way the world works is so much like a double edged sword. It has become less of right and wrong and more of righter and wronger. This i cannot do. I'm drowning.

I need to be saved.

Possible FC (optional): I'll let you know privately if you want ^^
Anything Else: ayyyyyyy

Name/Alias: Zoë
1st Choice: (SAY YEAHHHH /YEAH/ LET'S BE) ALONE TOGETHER
2nd Choice: uhhhh
Ideas for Each: wow this is lame and probably a wip but:

There's a pounding inside of her. A headache. A heartbeat. (She hopes it's the latter. Lately she can't decide whether she wants to wake up alive or dead.) To and fro, to and fro, she crashes on couches and floorboards alike, stumbling in-between shelters and friends' homes, hiding from her mother's outbursts of anger that lay waiting in her own house. Besides, the boys next door are more than happy to let her stay over for the price of a bottle and a pill or two. ("Drink up, drink up. Just one more, just one more." She doesn't remember who says it but she'll repeat the words back just the same. Just one more, just one more. Yeah? Yeah. Just one more.) There's something inside of her eyes that you know makes her tick, but if you really want to see her alight catch her in the morning sun as the alcohol dries up and her memories fade. Mention her little sisters that watch their big sister fade away through cracks in doors and visits through the window at 2am when she's cold and starving and having to break into her own house just to get through another day. She'll tick, just you wait. Running away from responsibility might not be the right thing to do, but it's a damn sight easier than facing her demons. And sober or drunk, she'll keep running until her heart stops.

Possible FC (optional): one more troubled soul
Anything Else: A TEENAGE VOW IN A PARKING LOT BEDROOM AT 11PM 'TILL TONIGHT DO US PART' 'I PROMISE TO ACTUALLY GET THIS BIO DONE WITHIN THE NEXT MONTH OR TWO' HUM HALLELUJAH.

ALSO ILU GUYS THIS LOOKS KICKASS AND I LOVE IT.