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Post by madeline louise pearson on Jul 1, 2011 9:22:10 GMT -6
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name: Madeline Louise Pearson
age: Twenty-Seven
membergroup: Miami Locals
face claim: Christina Milian
history/personality:
Madeline was born to Henry and Alisha Nolan, right in Miami. The family, although not terribly rich, was comfortable with their finances and their standard of living. As a kid, she was very proactive- always trying to learn new things, always wanting to be involved. When she was thirteen, her parents gave birth to another child (male), and things were... Decent. Comfortable.
For awhile, the family had no more than the usual amount of issues. During this time, Madeline became ambitious. When she reached High School, she became involved in as many clubs as possible, as well as working to maintain a 4.0 grade point average, all with a full course load. She believed that the key to a successful life was to be the top in High School; not necessarily socially, but in every other aspect. Still, she fell into the crowd of more popular kids due to her active involvement, despite her overall disinterest.
The summer before her Junior year, her father lost his job and hard times hit the Nolan family. After a year, he still didn't find anything steady, and Alisha was getting restless. Henri had taken up drinking and Alisha, unable to take it anymore, took the youngest Nolan child and left the family.
Madeline took it harder than her personality suggested she might. By the time school started up in the fall, she had done a complete one-eighty. She drifted from everyone she'd once associated with on a daily basis. She dropped out of all of the clubs and stopped caring. Her father was drinking all of the time and suddenly, her only goal was to get out of Miami.
When she graduated, she had her options. She could have quite easily left the state- she had offers to attend college in a wide range of places. But a single late night chat with her father opened her eyes to the fact that he still needed her to stick around. Although she has very little regrets in her life (she's happily married with a beautiful daughter), she'll always have that desire to get out and travel the world.
So she attended college and there, she befriended a man she had spent years of her life hating. Although she had plenty of friends back in High School, none of them crossed with the jocks and for that, she was grateful, because it meant that she didn't have to deal with people like Kale. But his persistence eventually won her over and they sank into a 'friends with benefits' deal. She fell pregnant and they got married, more out of obligation than anything else. When Maddie lost the baby, she was devastated. Neither she nor Kale had the will to be alone during this time, and eventually they fell in love.
Madeline took up a job as a journalist for a local newspaper, and although it's not ideal, her life is comfortable. She loves her husband and child to the ends of the earth- it's just that, sometimes, she wishes she could see more of the world.
A bit aspect of Madeline's personality is that she's smart and she's perfectly capable of doing whatever she wants to do. She graduated at the top of her class (even after slacking her Senior year) and had offers to go to some of the best schools in the country. While part of this comes naturally, a lot of it is because of her hard-working nature. If she wants something, she's stubborn enough to go out and get it. When she was younger, she had a fiery personality that left a lot of people thinking she was a bitch. Since getting married and having a child, admittedly she's calmed down a fair amount.
Old habits die hard, though, and although she's a lot sweeter than she used to be, a big part of her still has that spark. She's witty and always had some sort of comment to make. She has the sort of "that's what she said" humor combined with puns and, hell. She thinks she's a riot (but she's biased, of course). Madeline no longer whips out low-blows, however. That's not to say she doesn't have her moments. She's known to be irritable when something goes wrong, because she likes to have full control over every situation.
Since having a kid, her maternal side has kicked in, leaving her more protective than she used to be. If she loves you, you can trust her for anything. She's loyal to a fault and not the kind of person who will sell someone out if she gets something out of it. She has her bitchy moments but she's not sneaky. She has morals. Of course, getting in close with her isn't an easy task. She has the potential to be judgmental and for her, first impressions are everything. Some people (i.e. Kale) are able to redeem themselves after a bad first meeting, but it takes some work.
Maddie is happy, but restless. She had to give up her dreams for family (first with her parents and now her husband and daughter) and although she doesn't mind, she's always wondering what it would be like to go other places, meet new people. It's a part of her that she hasn't really shared with anyone, but it always has her wondering.
rp sample:
Seth Hall had never had an abundance of musical talent. Sure, he had skills on the drums, but beyond that? Hardly. He wasn’t a horrendous singer, not really. Compared to everyone on this tour, he’d probably be laughed at in the face, but for karaoke purposes (which, let’s face it, was all he really cared about), the boy had moves. Still, no matter what anyone thought, he wasn’t just about to let that stop him from belting out whatever tune was in his head when he was a situation that was appropriate enough for it. Like in the shower. Or when he was alone. Or when he was on his bus. Or when everyone else around him was busy. They weren’t necessarily songs everyone listened to, either. He had a pretty wide range in his repertoire. They ranged from songs by Lover, Please to Inhaling Sweet Exhaust (although not lately- jackass David Harlem, hurting Crimmy) to Regina Spektor to Aerosmith to Halls & Oates to… Showtunes. And he wasn’t ashamed of any of them.
It was common for Crimson, Max, and everyone else in the band to walk out in the morning and catch sight of Seth, in nothing but boxers (this boy truthfully had no shame), quietly singing ‘You Make My Dreams’ by Halls & Oates while making chocolate chip pancakes on a portable stove they brought along for when they didn’t feel like eating out. And honestly? Seth liked having that role. It kept things light and casual, he felt, when the going got rough. That was what everyone was there for, after all. Music.
So what if he didn’t belong up there on the stage? He’d make his own stage, damn it, and fuck anyone who had an issue with it.
Lately, things had been tense. Seth was well aware of the drama circulating those around him, although he was not directly involved with any himself. He had been lucky like that. He didn’t get involved with anyone who could bring him issues. He surrounded himself with Crimmy and a few others but none else. Really, who else did he need? This might very well be the official Lover, Please tour. It wasn’t easy getting this one to happen. He’d had to pull a lot of strings and charm a lot of people. And he was going to have fun, no matter what it meant. By the end of this thing, there was a fair chance that the only person he’d see was Crimson, due to the fact that they were just damn close to each other and whatnot.
Unfortunately, she was not so lucky as to escape the trouble. The Seth text had received a few days prior had been unnerving to say the least. The knowledge that someone he held so dear to his heart- a wonderful friend like Crimm- had been hurt in any way was enough to be like a punch in the gut. But by David Harlem, and in a way like that? Well. It was needless to say that Seth had been in one of his “let’s spoil the people I love with love and affection and pancakes” moods. He had no regrets about that, either. None whatsoever.
But he’d gone ahead and left the bus to make sure that all of the equipment onstage was ready for tomorrow night’s Lover, Please set, and he found himself alone in the secured backstage. As per usual, the silence had been too much for him within ten minutes and by the time he received Crimson’s text, he’d sung The Black Key’s “Howlin’ for You” more times than he could count (the lyrics he could remember, anyhow). He needed to fill the solitude somehow. He’d just finished assembling the drum set (because he enjoyed doing things like that, especially when he could play a little after) when he got the text, cocking his head to the side.
Well, Crimson had summoned him. It was only natural that he oblige.
Really. All his close friends got this treatment. Promise.
He pocketed his phone and made his way from the stage to Lennox’s bus, as instructed. Seth furrowed his brow, observing the makeshift projector and screen. Interesting. His attention was drawn to his smaller companion and he slipped through everyone to get to her, coming up from behind. He reached forward to grab the unopen beverage from her hand, replacing his hand in her grasp and twirling her around, shamelessly breaking out into song.
”I must admit, I can’t explain, somethin’ somethin’, through my brain. It’s true. Baby, I’m howlin’ for you. There’s somethin’ wrong, with this plot. The actors here have not got a clue. Baby, I’m howlin’ for you. Mockingbird, somethin’ somethin’ see, this little girl’s got somethin’ on me, like glue. Baby I’m howlin’ for you.” He let go of her a few words prior to the end, cracking open the beer himself, and beamed, handing it back to her. ”Hey Crim,” he greeted, diving in to kiss her on the cheek. ”What’s this shindig for?”
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