Post by Kisa Fairly on Jul 25, 2013 13:57:48 GMT -8
FAIRLY, KISA M.
KISA MARIE FAIRLY NINETEEN CAUCASIAN STARBUCKS BARISTA @disneyland STRAIGHT JAZZ STUDIES I AWAKE TO FIND NO PEACE OF MIND, HEIGHT: 5'2'' WEIGHT: 136 lbs APPEARANCE: Kisa's always been short, and that's no joke (although there's plenty of them). Standing at a mere five feet and two inches has given her both an advantage and disadvantage in life. The advantage that she doesn't look like a monster playing her alto saxophone, but the disadvantage being that her favorite sax, the baritone, is more than half her size. She is of average weight and it's distributed pretty normally for a girl. Of course, she'd always love to lose a few pounds, but it's not necessarily on her to-do list. Her dark brunette colored hair reaches down past her shoulders. It's always been pretty thin, so sometimes causing for distress with hair styling. Kisa's eyes are a pretty hazel that sometimes seem too brown or too green. Her smile is white and contagious and she feel nauseous at the sight of blood. I SAID HOW DO YOU LIVE AS A FUGITIVE, LIKES:
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OVERALL: People have described Kisa as a little crazy and colorful. Ever since she was a small child, she was very outgoing. She never not said hi to anyone and she was always barging in, wanting to be a part of the conversation. As outgoing and she had always been, along with it has come some risky behavior. She'll always accept a dare. Truth or dare was always her favorite game and she never picked truth unless she was tired. Kisa always feels like she has something to prove, and she feels like truth or dare is one way to do it. She strives to be seen as fearless, which most of the time she is. She'll smoke, she'll drink, she'll even kiss some random guy on the street if you dare her to. But all of that courage to complete a dare masks something a little deeper under her skin. Kisa is terrified of ending up alone. So why exactly does she complete any dare you throw at her? Because she wants you to like her. If there's one thing Kisa tries to accomplish, it's having as many friends as possible so she'll always have somewhere to turn. She'll pull out her best bit of humor, she'll streak all through the dorm to grab some attention, and hell, she'll chase down your taxi just to say hi. This outgoingness does bring her friends that help her mask that fear of loneliness, but it's always there just beyond her current thoughts. But aside from her deepest fear, Kisa loves to have fun. She loves to go to parties and drink with friends and just be super shit-faced together. She loves going out on the town or going out to eat or going to Disneyland. She absolutely loves anything that'll get her heart pumping a little faster. Maybe it's cause she's young, maybe it's because she's slowly becoming an alcoholic; Kisa love love loves to party. She's always been musically inclined first and foremost. Since her mom abandoned them she's learned various instruments and grew to love the saxophone above all else. She knows concert percussion, flute, piccolo, clarinet, guitar, bass, and trumpet along with alto, tenor, and bari saxophones. Her father always said she was gifted, and above all else she loves playing jazz music the most. It has always been her escape and her passion and although they've run into money problems here and there, she extremely excited to be entering her sophomore year as a Jazz Studies major. DOWN HERE WHERE I CANNOT SEE CLEAR, HISTORY: I, Kisa Marie Fairly, was born on August 3rd, 2014. My mother's name is Elizabeth and my dad's name is Danny (really Daniel, but he goes by Danny). And this is kind of where it gets fucked up. My mother met my dad is high school and they were sweethearts and she was a teacher and she was a firefighter and they were supposedly happy. For a long time. Up until I was six, I guess, when I woke up and all of my mom's things were gone and I went to my neighbor's house and they called my dad and he came home because I was alone and all he found was a note in my mom's handwriting that must have been some sort of goodbye because my dad cried that day. We had no warning, no clues, no hints. She just up and left. She fucking left and I hate her for it. So I became the daughter to basically the entire fire station in my hometown in Northern Cali. Whenever my dad was on the job, I lived at the fire station with him. Whenever he wasn't, we were both at home. And to keep me busy whenever he couldn't spend time with me, my dad put me in music lessons, where I picked up my first saxophone. Nothing felt more right than playing music. My teacher told me I progressed faster than other students. Mind you, I still squeaked every other note up until middle school (and even then, I still squeaked here and there), but I was a natural with rhythms and reading the music. Middle school was a huge change for me as well. I got my first boyfriend in eighth grade and had my first kiss. I went to a party and found my love for truth or dare (and parties). And my dad started worrying about me like any parent should. Now high school was the real party. I broke up with my boyfriend from eighth grade mighty quick because he was awkward and I wanted fun. Although I was in band, I wasn't some awkward band geek, y'know? Because the upperclassmen found a fascination with my daredevil antics, I was easily accepted into that more or less "cool" crowd that has parties every other weekend and has their hangout spot at some local restaurant and most of them are sports junkies - y'know. Well, they were why I really had fun. Kegger parties? Hell fuckin' yeah! I mean, my dad somewhat knew about all of them, but I think he mostly ignored it because I hadn't done anything stupid - yet. I would drink, I would do dares, and I'm going to be completely honest here: I lost my virginity at 15 to a guy who at the time was one of my best friends. I fell in love with him in a drunken haze and those feelings carried over into the sober me, but he wasn't interested when he was sober him. So at almost every party for awhile we hooked up when he was drunk enough and I stopped bringing it up when he wasn't. It was really bad for me emotionally because I felt like we shouldn't cheat on each other, but he would openly flirt with other girls and get a girlfriend now and then, but still drunkenly hook up with me at parties. But he never told anyone. He was a year older than me and when I finally got a car and a job and he was a senior I confronted him. "Maybe I just kept you around for the sex." Those words tore a whole in my chest, in my mind. That night I went and got so shit-faced that I crashed my car into the light pole right next to my house. And that was when dad had had enough of late night curfews and being out every weekend. For a good six months my dad kept me under radar. He made sure to know every move I made during the day and drove me everywhere. Bye-bye license for six months. Not like I had a car anyway, right? They were the roughest sixth months of my life. All of my friends had abandoned me and the only solace I could find was in music. I kept learning more and more instruments and I kept growing musically. Finally, I wisened the fuck up toward the end of the sixth month hell and made friends in band and jazz band - good friends. Friends who still had parties, but not huge kegger parties where best friends hook up and ruin one of their lives. And then I was a senior in high school - finally. I passed the year with good grades for once, got a used car, still went to parties (even huge ones) now and again, and got a music scholarship to college for jazz studies. My freshman year in college I kept low like I did since high school. I'd had a couple boyfriends since he-who-shall-never-be-mentioned and I'd matured a bit. But now that I'm going into sophomore, I want to get out there more.I want to go to a lot of parties again, and most of all, I want friends out of the music department again. I mean my life's been pretty boring aside from high school drama (who doesn't have that?). I want to start and adventure. |
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