CHOO, dustin malachi.

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DUSTIN MALACHI CHOO.
you and i should meet.

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GAZE INTO HER KILLING JAR
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name: Dustin Malachi Choo
age: Twenty one
birthday: December 31
band name: (S)aint
position: Merch
play by: Ash Stymest

LOOK IN MY EYES.

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likes:

• Drawing
  
• Drinking
  
• Cars
  
• Skateboarding
  
• People watching
  
• Junk food
  
• Not giving a fuck
  
• Smoking
  
• Clubs
  
• Granola bars
  

dislikes:

• Bitchy girls
  
• Health freaks
  
• Gerbils
  
• Waking up early
  
• Snow
  
• Clowns
  
• Popsicles
  
• Liars
  
• Reading
  
• Television
  

habits:

• Tends to pick the skin next to his nails
  
• Draws on anything and everything
  
• Huge procrastinator
  

secrets:

• Sometimes wishes he would die and just get it over with already
  
• Hopes and prays for the day he would see Agnus again
  

overall personality: Dustin, at first, can seem like a total jackass - but in an oddly charming way. He always has on his 'bad boy persona; but if you get past that you'll see a caring and rather sensitive guy. He's complete loyal to his friends and girlfriends and anything in between - he would do anything for them. He's also honest, so much so that it can be brutal. If you screw him over on anything, he will do it back to you twice as bad.

Dustin doesn't really give a fuck about most things, and he has a little trouble making friends, due to his jackass nature. However, he's great with the ladies. He could walk into a club and hit on every girl and get their number, taken or not. But just because he gets their number doesn't mean he actually calls; he just likes the fact that he can get their digits. Some call him a sleaze, he calls himself a player. Whichever one he truly is, he loves being him.

I'M AN ADDICT FOR DRAMATICS
i confuse the two for love

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mom: Mariah Choo
dad: Peter Rizzuto
siblings: N/A
other important figures: N/A
overall history: Dustin Malachi Choo was born on December 31st in Island Falls, Maine, a little over twenty one years ago. He was the only child born to his parents; henceforth, they spoiled him crazily whilst he was growing up. He was a fairly happy child who got all the toys and video games he wanted, but he barely even cared about all that. To him, all of that was just like a bonus to having two parents who loved and cared for him. But all of that changed when he entered high school - that's when it started to seem like his parents couldn't care less. That's when the Master of Disaster was born.

Without actually wanting to, Dustin had become 'the bad boy' of his grade. He was always getting in trouble for saying smart remarks or playing some sort of prank of the teachers. He got more troublesome when his parents split up toward the middle of his freshman year. He had a hard time dealing with it; so he started smoking and drinking and causing more mayhem wherever he went. He was always stealing things from stores and the like. When he thought that he was going to fall into a depression, he met this girl names Agnus Sawyer. She was gorgeous and sweet and everything that he could have hoped for in a girl. They were going good for a while; but he noticed that he had begun to make her do bad things, the sort of bad things that he was doing. Dustin got her into some big trouble this one time, even though it was something that he did, and she was hauled off to a juvenile detention center. They haven't seen or spoken to each other since - but not a day goes by where he doesn't feel the menacing guilt.

Anyhoo, Dustin barely passed high school, and at the age of eighteen he had moved out to Chicago. He had lost all contact with his father long ago, and his mother had died a little before he graduated. He moved because he had felt like he couldn't deal with that small city anymore; like there was nothing there left for him. He had gone to over 250 concerts by then, and he was so into the music scene that he always bought backstage passes to get to know the people in these bands. Before long he was showing them his artwork and most of them adored it. He had done merch for a couple of other bands before becoming part of the crew for (S)aint. He had never before been on tour with such a famous band, and he's sure that this tour is going to be crazy. Booze, drugs, sex - he will never get bored.
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Ethan began to enjoy the silence between them. It wasn't awkward at all, but almost sweet in a way; he smiled slightly to himself. He glanced around, noticing people staring at him, but they quickly averted their eyes. It was good they did, too, because if they hadn't he would make sure that they regretted it. Hadn't anybody told them that it wasn't polite to stare? Not that Ethan was one to talk; he couldn't keep his eyes off of Caitlin all night. But still, that was different. People should keep their eyes on their own dates, not others. He looked away from them and back at Caitlin with his eyes soft and gentle, his smile the same.

He began to wonder if he shouldn't have asked the girl to dinner. Was it too much, too soon? Should he have waited a few weeks longer, instead of taking her out the first day they met? He had pondered about it earlier when he was at home about to call her, but he couldn't help himself. Even though they had just really met that day, he felt something weird in his stomach when she asked to sit at his table. It could have been butterflies, or the just the weird feeling that someone was actually talking to him - but he knew it wasn't. It was something different that he just couldn't seem to place. He figured it was just the fact that he liked her a lot already, and it actually began to worry him.

"I'm sure I will like it, I loved all the songs you sang at Starbucks..." Ethan smiled at this compliment and blushed little bit. "I'm glad you did; I try my best." He smiled at her again, glad that she liked his guitar playing already. "I sound like a groupie." He couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh. "Well, you're the most pretty groupie I've ever seen. And you now hold the title as my first and only groupie." He laughed again to let her know he was only joking. He had seen many groupies at concerts that he went to, and to be quite frank they were all, well, sluts. Apparently most of them slept with everyone in the band that they adored and that's why they got to go everywhere - it was free sex. The thought of this would usually make Ethan's face crinkle in disgust, but he was in a restaurant on a date and he didn't want Caitlin to think that he was making the face at her.

Ethan saw the waitress weaving her way through the tables, heading for theirs with their food. Before she arrived, however, he heard Caitlin say, "Et-Ethan...How long do you think people should know another before they are boyfriend and girlfriend? Should they act on their feelings and date or should they wait to get to know one another?" He frowned and his heart, which was in his throat a few minutes ago, suddenly did a 180 and fell down to the bottom of his stomach. He knew it. He had moved to fast with asking her to the restaurant on a first date. He could have done something simpler, like the movies or something, but to him, this restaurant was simple. Obviously, he was wrong. He should have known that he would screw something up sooner or later. As the waitress arrived with their food and set it down in front of them, he wondered what he would say. His face was growing pale now and nerves were going for his stomach again.

When the waitress left, he blew out a breath he didn't know he was holding, making the hair in front of his face go up and then back down. He stared down at his food for a few seconds before looking up at her. "Well," he said with a deep breath, trying to calm his rapid beating heart, "I think that, usually, people should know someone for a certain amount of time before becoming boyfriend and girlfriend... " He paused, trying to word his next words carefully. "But I also believe that, if two people feel strongly enough about each other upon their first meeting, that they should take it and run with it. And on the way they'd learn more and more about each other." He stared down at his food again, suddenly not hungry. This was probably her way of letting him down, her way of telling him that she didn't think it was going to work he should have known.

Ethan reached for his ice water and took a small sip of it, continuing with what he was saying. "And if in time they find out that it simply wasn't going to work out the way they planned, then they decide what to do then. Myself? I'm a person who does what he can do and what he wants to do today, and doesn't worry about the tomorrow or the effect it will have on tomorrow." He shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant but he knew he was failing. Disappointment rocked through his body in waves, and he slowly reached for his fork and knife. He glanced up at her for half a second. "But I've never had a girlfriend before, so... " He turned red, embarrassed by the confession. "What do you think... ?"

I DONT WANNA KNOW ABOUT EVIL

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name/alias: Celina/Cel
age: Seventeen
experience: About five or six years.
password: admin edit

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this was made by heather. lyrics came from tons of bands, so yeah. dont steal or she will send boo the ghost to eat your face and your mothers face.