rhodes, lolita bambie

[lolita bambie rhodes.]

lolita bambie rhodes

^{BEAUT QUEEN OF ONLY EIGHTEEN, SHE HAD SOME TROUBLE WITH HERSELF, HE WAS ALWAYS THERE TO HELP HER, SHE ALWAYS BELONGED TO SOMEONE ELSE. LOOK FOR THE GIRL WITH THE BROKEN SMILE, ASK HER IS SHE WANTS TO STAY A WHILE. SHE WILL BE LOVE, AND SHE WILL BE LOVED.}

^{you should know by now that my name is lolita bambie rhodes, but please call me lola or bambie. i like them much better! although my fake i.d. says differently, i'm really eighteen years old. cool, huh? i guess i could be classified as a tourist, but i prefer not to be labeled. i grew up in the beautiful city of aspen, colorado, but i certainly like this town much more! want to know how i act? two words can sum me up: rebellious and reckless. yeah, i'm pretty amazing, aren't i? some say i look just like hanna beth, though i can't see it! jealous? i know.}

<sup>Lolita Bambie Rhodes was born on December twenty second eighteen years ago to Dakota and Camille Rhodes. She was born into a family of four having two older brothers. Jerome Rhodes and Sullivan Rhodes who were born just three years earlier. From the moment she as born, a tiny fragile little girl, she had three overprotective guys looking out for her, just as they did throughout her childhood years. When she was only three her mother was killed in a car accident. She was out taking her normal morning jog when a drunk driver hit her. She died instantly on impact and there was nothing the paramedics could do to save her life. After that her father and two older brothers because insanely overprotective. She never played with the other kids outside on the playground. She was always with at least one of them, most of the time it was her brother Jerome. Her father having to work twice as hard to support the four of them had trouble being home most of the time, so while Sullivan was out living a normal childhood, Jerome took on the role as mother and father for both of them. He made their lunches, cleaned up after them, made dinner, made sure Lolita was in bed at a proper time. It sort of became a pact between Jerome and his father. Lolita never quite understood it. She was too young at the time. It was when she grew a little older that she realized she was living a completely sheltered life thanks to her brothers. While her friends went off to dance and gymnastics she went home where they could watch her and made sure no harm came to her. She knew it was because she looked so much like her mother, because they couldn’t protect their mom they vowed to protect her, but by the time she had hit high school she resented it. She resented her family. Her father and Jerome the most. While Sullivan was still protected he often snuck her out and took the blame for it if they were caught. She liked that about him, though even those few nights of freedom were never enough for her. It was when she was fifteen that she really changed. her brothers were no longer at the same school she was, they had less control over her and she took that to the next level. She got in with the wrong crowds, the wrong people. She started sneaking out on a daily basis and drinking a lot. She didn’t care about the stress it put on her family, she lived her life to her own expectations and that was what she loved about it.

Though nothing stays perfect. Her life took a long downward spiral when her best friend since kindergarten committed suicide in front of her. No one knew why she had committed suicide. Not even Lolita. Though she had her assumptions. She knew that she had been on drugs that night, that they both had been drinking and she had taken pills. She had been saying she wanted her life to end, but Lolita never thought she would do it, not until the gun was out and the bullet was fired. She tried to block out the sound of the bullet, and the blood, all the blood but it didn’t work. That was when her disease first started. Right after the suicide. At first it was voices in her head. So quiet she was never really sure if she could hear them, but as the months wore on they became louder. Then six months later it was images. People she knew that had died, shed see them and try and follow, which would always end in her getting hurt. that’s when her father took her to the doctor and they diagnosed her with a severe case of schizophrenia. She refused to believe it, which was when she started taking drugs. She rarely came home no matter what her brothers or father did to try and tell her everything would be okay and when she was seventeen music and drugs became the way of blocking it. She joined a band and right after she graduated high school they all left aspen. Now shes eighteen years old and came here with her band. None of her band members know about her condition and she hasn’t talked to her family in over a year, she refuses to face her problems, which just give her more problems. Drug abuse being a major one. Shes just trying to deal with her problems her own way, even if it results in more.</sup>

^{now i can establish the basics about me. my name is rose and i'm currently one million years old. i've been roleplaying for a long time, but i'm a professional already. you should probably know that i live in the eastern timezone, in case you need to know when i will be on. if you need to contact me, you can do so on email, msn, or pm. be sure to plot with me soon!}

<sup>" christmas, supposedly the best time of year, but in the Phillips grand mansion it was not only the worse time of year, but also a time of year that under no circumstance ended extravagantly. Christmas in her mothers words was just more stress added to her already stressful life. In her house Christmas, although suppose to be a merry event, was always quite a burden. Lila, unlike her mother, actually enjoyed Christmas. She never quite understood how anyone can hate Christmas, I mean then had money so it couldn’t be the amount of money they spent, they had practically everything, sometimes she even wondered if it was the fact that she had to spend Christmas with Lila and Bentley. Though they called her mother, she wasn’t actually their mother, she was their stepmother. When Lila was very young, about the age of nine, their mother passed away. She has cancer, no one had really seen it coming but she died quickly, and Lila hoped, without any pain. Lila never actually forgot her last few days with her mother, her father and brother had gone camping, she supposed her mother asked them to so she could spend some time alone with Lila. At this point in her life she was just learning to understand, but seeing her mother, so pale, weak, in bed she fully grasped what was happening. Bentley who had only been seven at the time had no understanding of what was happening, which in a way she found was better. He hadn’t been old enough to fully grieve her loss, he didn’t go through the grief that Lila and her father had gone through, so when her father remarried it was easier for him to adjust. Though she did in time to, it took her longer, and for many years she loathed her father, and she loathed her stepmother, and sometimes she even thought that her stepmother loathed her because she still did grieve her loss, because she still remembered details of her mother, unlike Bentley. Lila sighed slightly as she rolled over in bed, it was around seven pm, which meant that she had been sleeping for all of nine hours. She had gotten in around ten this morning, having been out all night with her friends, and she had been up in her room asleep since. She pushed off her covers making her way into her bathroom to grab a quick shower, she didn’t remember very much of the night before but she assumed they had been dancing most of the night, she needed a shower, that was for sure. She slowly stripped out of her small shorts and tank top and stepped into the shower turning on the warm water. Lila loved warm hot showers, they relaxed her, and in this very moment she needed that. She was so tense, if not because of all the fighting, because of the fact she was completely, head over heels, in love with her best friends boyfriend.

" lila usually took half an hour to forty five minute showers but today it was quicker. She had a shower and then got out so she could get ready, though she had no clue as to what she was doing, her parents had left for London early that morning because just as they were leaving she had came in, with the help of cooper, and her parents had given her the look say when we get home after the new year, we will deal with you. Then coop had gotten her to bed and left. She supposed shed just stay home and rent a few movies or something, she wasn’t quite sure, but either way she wanted to get dressed and do her hair. She but her lip slightly as she walked into her closet wrapped in a small towel. She grabbed a red polka doted bra and matching panties and pulled them on before pulling on her favourite pair of faded light blue skinny jeans, that had rips up the knee and thighs. Then she pulled on a red tank top that was tight but fit her curves perfectly. She walked back into the bathroom turning on the light again looking into the mirror. She turned on her blow drier and blow dried her hair. After that was done she straightened it and put on a thin layer of makeup before leaving the bathroom and walking back into her room. She pulled on a pair of socks and left her room walking down the hall to her brothers room, which she noticed was vacant. She sighed running her fingers through her hair when she heard the door bell. walking down stairs and through the kitchen she noticed a note from her brother reading it quickly she crumpled it in a ball and made her way to the front of the grand house opening the door. She smirked slightly when she saw cooper. “hey, sorry about this morning” she said opening the door wider so he could come in.</sup>