you.

name: Kristin
age: 19
contact: Winsome wizard
rp experience: Can't even remember, maaaybe about 8 years?
how did you hear about us?: I play a few characters here already. xD

character.

name: Amelia Eaze
nickname(s): Am, also known as one half of the "Eaze Twins"
pb: Megan Fox
fairy tale & character: Lady and the Tramp | Am
age: 22
room: A218?
doctor: Dr.Richards
diagnosis: Narcissistic personality disorder, Bulimia Nervosa
personality: Simone and Amelia are similar in many different ways. For example, they do whatever they want, whenever they want. But while Simone is care free, Amelia is concerned about how people view her, and strives to be perfect. She is constantly fixing her makeup, making sure that every single hair is in place, and that her lips are full and glossy. She often does things to be the center of attention, and when she doesn't get the reaction she feels she deserves, she gets very upset. There are often times when she'll be sobbing into her sister's shoulder because she thinks that someone is prettier than she is, and won't calm down until she is assured that that isn't true at all. Then, she'll feel much better. All she wants is to be perfect. Who doesn't want that?

history:Simone and Amelia were born into a life of luxury. The daughters of world-renowned fashion designer Kaneshiro (creator of the lavish and highly revered "Kane" clothing line) and model Penelope Eaze, they were making headline tabloids months before they were even born. By the time the two gorgeous blue-eyed, dark haired babies were delivered, they were already known around the world as the "Eaze Twins"; they were the biggest thing to happen to tabloid sales since New Kids on the Block. Everyone wanted pictures of the glamorous couple's daughters... and, never ones to pass up a publicity stunt, Kaneshiro and Penelope made sure that photos of their daughters decorated every magazine cover. But only the highest quality pictures would do, of course. Afterall, it was only going to be the very best for Simone and Amelia.

Jewelry, clothing, toys, furniture... their nursery alone cost more than the mortgage on some people's houses. And as though their lives were not glamorous enough, the creation of "KandyKane" baby clothes ensured that the girl's modeling career got off to an extremely early start. Ah yes. Penelope had it all figured out. OF course her daughters were going to be models! Just like their mommy. And so the high-fashion magazines got a taste of the Eaze Twins as well, and like the rest of the world, they could not get enough of them. And the older they got, the more popular they seemed to become.

However, it could not have been easy growing up in the public eye. Constantly being introduced to celebrities as they made the rounds with their parents at late-night afterparties... being lavished with praise and attention everywhere they went... obtaining their own beauty and perfume lines... oh yes. It could not have been easy at all. Unless you were Si and Am. Always together. Inseperable. Charming, smiling, beautiful and seemingly care-free young women who handled their international modeling fame with dignity and grace. Or at least that's what the magazines raved.

But behind the scenes, the girls were rapidly spiraling out of control. Growing up without discipline and restraints warped the young girls into every parents' worst nightmare. They played pranks. They lied. They stole. They cheated. And they did it all together. And it wasn't long before the magazines caught on. Once adored by the public for being the angelic, miniature duplicates of their mother, they sank to infamy in no time once they were able to attend those afterparties on their own. Alcohol. Drugs. Sex. They wanted it all, and they took it all without regard to anyone or anything else. The "Eaze Twins" supplied the gossip columns and entertainment television industry with enough dirt to bury them and their family right out of business. But if anything, their popularity only grew as their impulsive behavior became worse.

The family psychiatrist, Doctor Reiniger, expressed her concern to their parents, but could not quite explain to them the fact that their daughters were not as perfect as they thought them to be. She was immediately terminated from their hire and replaced. By the time the girls were twenty, they had gone through at least nine shrinks; they had even made a game of it, making bets on how long "the next one" would last. It wasn't until the girls' twenty-second birthday party that Kaneshiro and Penelope began to think that maybe all those doctors had been right afterall.

It was the biggest party of the year. Everyone who was everyone was invited, and no one would have dared to miss it. Not even Lacey, the one-named new pop princess that had just broken into the industry a few months ago. Poor thing, how was she supposed to know that the very attractive man she was flirting with was Amelia's new beau? She couldn't have, really... but it was enough to send Amelia into a terrible state, hyperventilating and sobbing her concerns to Simone. And if there was one thing that was unacceptable to Simone, it was messing with her sister. So they made her pay. Right there in the middle of the crowded dance floor. Cameras caught every frame as the hysterical Amelia clawed at the girl's flesh and Simone, a satisfied smirk on her face, drove one dangerously high stilleto pump into Lacey's pretty face. Again. And. Again.

After they had been bailed out of jail, Penelope and Kaneshiro finally decided to leave the subject of their daughters' mental care up to their new psychiatrist, Doctor Trump, who immediately suggestion institutionalizing the girls. Such violent outbursts could not go without consequence, and if left at home there would be absolutely no way to control them. So he made arrangements with the best place he could find (money was clearly no expense) and had them shipped to Chesire Crossings... a package deal, as always.


examples:
What to do, what to do.

It seems that me and Simone are going to be here for quite some time, but I can't seem to think of anything interesting to do to pass the time. I figured I'd keep myself busy by writing in this thing for now, but I'm sure I'll be just as bored as I was before when I'm done.

This place is horrible, by the way. If they were going to stick us in this hell hole, the least they could have done was put me with my sister. What is that shit? It's ridiculous. We only did what any other person would have done...and besides, she was flirting with my boyfriend! She wasn't even that pretty to begin with, so maybe some reconstructive surgery will do the stupid bitch some good.

Why was he even talking to her? Did he think she was prettier than me? She looked like a dog. How she ever became famous, I'll never know. She sounds like a dying cat when she sings.

I need Simone.

And these florescent lights are killing me.

picture: here