miss roxanne elizabeth hart **

[roxyhart]

ROXANNE ELIZABETH HART.
you and i should meet.

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GAZE INTO HER KILLING JAR
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name: roxanne elizabeth hart.
age: twenty.
birthday: february 14th.
band name: mess of me.
position: guitar/bass tech.
play by: barbie beatdown.

LOOK IN MY EYES.

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likes: guitar, bass, hello kitty, photography, music, piercings, tattoos, hair dye, polaroids, working out, energy drinks, makeup, loud noises, heavy bass, dogs, showering, flavored cigarettes, chapstick, boys, partying.
dislikes: broken strings, out of tune instruments, fan girls, ugly girls, clingy guys, drinking ages, police, cats, purses, motels, public bathrooms, gaining weight.
habits: being overly conscious about what she looks like from the perspective of other people, chipping her nail polish off (instead of biting her nails), second guessing her decisions because of things her mother has said to her.
secrets: she was bulemic in middle school because someone in her history class pinched her arms and called her fat, and then half the girls in the school made fun of her. she isn't as confident as she may seem.
overall personality: overall personality: driven to prove herself since she was a little girl, roxy is a very strong willed person. she may come off as stubborn sometimes, but one of her biggest fears is failure. roxy's mother always told her that going into the music industry like her father was a horrible decision, that she was going to make a disgrace of herself. the girl always disagreed, however, and carries herself with a confident attitude, though inside she is not so sure. roxy knows that showing weakness is practically like painting a target on her forehead, so no matter how shitty she feels, she never lets anyone know it.

though she takes her job as a guitar/bass tech seriously, roxy has fun doing it. music has always been a passion of hers, since she was little, and she enjoys talking about it with others. she comes off as a little bit of a flirt, and roxy likes to play around. she prefers the company of boys rather than girls, because she finds girls to be far too catty. hanging out with guys involves less drama, and it's more fun. roxy could be viewed as somewhat of a tomboy; she likes to do what the boys do. whether it be drinking games, or just skateboarding in a parking lot, roxy likes to hang out with the guys, which is why she decided to work for only all boy bands.

the girl loves to laugh and have fun more than anything. from messing around on the band bus to driving to wal-mart at 2am or skinny dipping at the beach, she loves to enjoy life. hell, it's way too short to be anything but miserable. only when she's alone does she really allow herself to think a lot, and she won't get emotional around people that she doesn't trust entirely. roxy has had her fair share of relationships, some serious, some not. but for now, she remains single, and she's hoping to find an awesome guy who can't get enough of her. but it's not on the top of her to-do list; roxy is ready to work.

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

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mom: analyn elizabeth hart
dad: nicolas william hart
siblings: none
other important figures: her grandmother, roxanne marie lefevre.
overall history: roxanne elizabeth hart was born on valentine's day in los angeles, california. her mother, analyn, was a real estate agent while her father, nicolas, owned a guitar shop below their flat. since her dad worked just below the house, roxy spent most of her childhood down in the shop, and this is where she discovered her love and appreciation for music. they lived in a spacious flat, where roxy grew up her entire life. the floors were dark cherrywood, and from the day she was born to the day she moved out, the walls of roxy’s room were dark purple with black trim. she was born with chocolate brown eyes and a tuft of black hair, just like her father. roxy had never been fat, but she did have womanly curves. the girl was incredibly alike to her father. they always kept a close relationship, while her and her mother didn’t have much in common, causing a rocky relationship between them.

the girl went to school just like everyone else. she struggled in normal academics, but when it came to art and music, roxy was top of the class. her father couldn't have been more proud of her. in middle school and all throughout high school, roxy would come home from school, sometimes bringing along guitar-carrying guys and sometimes a girl or two, and they'd sit in the shop with her dad and just jam for hours. her father was her confidante, she told him everything. one day in middle school, in the middle of a history class, a blond girl named hannah, with bright blue eyes and a stick-thin body, had pinched roxy’s arm and called her chubby. as normal, roxy replied with a quick “shut up, bimbo,” and went back to her notes. but hannah didn’t step down. she riled up all the girls in the class, and some of her other friends too, to call roxy fat. she had went home and wouldn’t even talk to her father about it. roxy stared at herself into the mirror until eventually, she made herself throw up. this went on for two years; roxy dramatically lost weight and it wasn’t until her sophomore year in high school did she decide to finally become healthy about it.

roxy’s mother was almost always in the background of her life. while the girl spent time with her father every day after school, she would be stuck making dinner and watching her little girl grow up before her eyes, like she wasn’t even there. of course roxy didn’t ignore her entirely, she just got along better with her father. but analyn tried to convince roxy that the music industry was going to be difficult to have a career in. eventually it got to the point where she had sent her husband to the store when roxy got home from school, and her mother sat the girl down and told her that she was pretty much setting herself up for failure, that she needed to face reality and stop pretending and playing around. this didn’t settle well with the girl at all. roxy had locked herself in her room, trying not to believe what her mother had said towards her was true. the only person that really got through to roxy was her mother’s mother, grandma roxanne marie lefevre. “don’t let what you mother said get to you, my roxy,” the old woman had said after the younger girl had opened her door up to her. “you go out there and you do whatever makes you happy. live your dream. no matter if you’re poor as shit, if you’re happy, that’s all that matters.”


while in high school, roxy began to realize that she wanted to spend the rest of her life working with music, no matter what her mother had said to her. while jamming out at night and going to the gym in the morning, roxy breezed through her classes and graduated with a scholarship to a local college for music education. she realized that she had a love for tattoos and piercings, and got a few of those as well. roxy partied hard, and worked her body hard to stay in shape. though she attended for 2 years, roxy decided to drop out and pursue her dreams of working with a band. she was determined to prove her mother wrong, to listen to what her grandmother had said, and she was going to live her dreams. her grandmother had died during her freshman year in college, and from that moment on, the girl was even more determined to do what she wanted to do.

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It bothered Roxy that she was getting so worked up and nervous over something like this. Roxy Hart, a girl who walked os fearlessly down a runway in front of hundreds of cameras and thousands of people, who had her face in magazines, billboards and ads, who acted in movies with stars, was nervous in front of a boy for the first time.

It wasn't just any boy. It was Jarrett Spencer.

Normally, if she liked a boy, Roxy would pursue without a second thought. But there was something about Jarrett that she couldn't figure out; why did he make her feel like this? The two weren't best of friends, but they knew each other pretty well. She'd talk to him when she had a spare minute at work, and Roxy had always admired the passion with which he shot photos. He was just so much different than anyone else she had ever been interested in.

Jarrett didn't do drugs, or drink. He didn't party on the weekends surrounded by girls. As far as Roxy knew, Jarrett didn't go out to get laid every night, and he didn't wake up next to a different girl each morning. He wasn't rich or famous, and he wasn't in her social circle. Not only was he drop dead gorgeous, he was sweet, and actually cared about people's emotions. Unlike the guys who usually pursued Roxy, she was pretty sure that Jarrett didn't look at her twice for just her body. Whether he knew it or not, Jarrett made Roxy's legs feel like jell-o. And the girl was fairly positive that it was a feeling that she wanted to get used to.

Though it seemed and naive and stupid to say out loud, Roxy believed the person she had been chatting with on the internet, under her secret screen name. She wanted to talk to people without a bias, get advice without people knowing it was her. The person online had told Roxy that she should tell Jarrett how she felt. And no matter how much it made her nervous, Roxy knew that's what she had to do.

Just as the girl had closed her blue eyes behind her sunglasses, she heard the doorbell sound inside. Her stomach felt like it was going to drop out of her butt, and her heart raced immediately. Getting up, the girl dropped her sunglasses on her chair and walked into the house. "Okay, please just fucking relax," she told herself as she made her way towards the front door. She seemed to get there all too soon, and Roxy found herself staring at the door. "Everything's going to be fine. Worst that could happen is that he rejects you. In which case... there's Eric," Roxy whispered to herself, taking a deep breath and checking the closest mirror to make sure she looked okay.

She opened the door and there he was. Roxy, standing there, in her swimsuit, was face to face with Jarrett Spencer. A slow blush crept up Roxy's face, and she smiled softly. "Jarrett," she said, looking directly into his eyes without really meaning to, "Hey. Come on in! Without a moment of hesitation, Roxy reached forward and gently took the boy's hand. Her skin seemed to tingle, and she hoped he didn't notice.

Masking her nervousness with her acting skills, Roxy tried to make herself appear as calm and happy to see him as possibly. Gently she pulled him inside and closed the door, leading him through the house and out to the pool deck. She closed the sliding glass door behind them and lead Jarrett over to where she had been sitting just moments before, running on pure adrenaline. Gathering her thoughts for a moment as she sat down, Roxy looked over at him, admiring how the sun highlighted his golden hair.

"Jarrett," she said, her eyes meeting his again, "What's your dream relationship?"

The question was blunt, and Roxy's voice was soft and innocent. She asked him because she knew just how to describe her dream relationship, and she wanted to see if their replies would line up.

I DONT WANNA KNOW ABOUT EVIL

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name/alias: nicole // nicoleycat (:
age: 17!
experience: about 6 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.