CARTER, lyric a.

[LYRIC AYLIN CARTER]

SEVENTEEN. RETURNEES. HETEROSEXUAL. INTOLERANT. HANNA BETH MERJOS.
( LYRIC AYLIN CARTER )

I SEE YOUR EYES, YOU'RE BARELY SOBER.
I HEAR YOUR VOICE, YOU'RE CALLING OUT FROM ME TO YOU.
the character

name's lyric. make fun of it, and i will sock you in the face. or, at the least, give you a piece of my mind. i'm not one to stand for immaturity; even though i love a good party once in a while. i'm not generally an uptight person, but i'm not fake, either. if i dislike you, i'm going to let you know. as a seventeen year old female? i've got a lot of built up rage that needs to be released every now and then. now, i'm not generally violent, but i am rather catty. i'll start a fight just for the fun of it. that's just who i am. if you've got a problem with it? mention it to me. see what happens.

another way to piss me off? mention my father. yea, i expect to hear a lot of shit about my return, but the only way it's gonna get me worked up is if he's mentioned. i left because of him, and i'm back, because he's gone. now, don't get me wrong. i wouldn't have come back, if my funding hadn't flushed itself down the drain. that's what you get for moving in with an immature boyfriend who can't handle himself properly, let alone the bills. naturally, i didn't have the right support system, so i was just looking for my way out. it came with the phone call, warning me that my father had moved to georgia, far out of harms way. gone was nathan, dumped on my part, and back to california i went. here i am, in this disgusting house that haunted my entire childhood. it rings with the essence of him; disturbing me, reminding me of why i left. but as of right now, i have nowhere else to go. and, because of that reason, i'll be sticking around for a while.

now, i'm not just some walking ball of utter bitchiness. well, i mean, i am, but not at all times. i'm a relatively laid back, don't-give-a-shit person. unless, of course, you go out of your way to make me angry. i'm sarcastic beyond belief, and i like it that way. my childhood has twisted me into an unusually unhappy person. if you're sweet and innocent, i'm going to dislike you a great deal. but i'm not going to torment you, (not without the right opportunity). i've got a bitter personality; a harsh sense of humor, and a manipulative aura. i don't really care if i insult you. it was probably what i was trying to do, anyway. i'm not constantly pmsing or anything. i just choose not to give a shit, and i'm not about to change.

so that's my tragic little story. steer clear if you don't like it; whether or not you're going to put up with it is not my problem. dislike me, fight with me, whatever. i'm not going to take anything to heart. your best bet? is to stay the hell out of my way. as long as you do that, you should keep out of trouble.

SO SAY THAT YOU JUST WANT TO RUN AWAY.
AND REPLAY ALL THE THINGS THAT I TRIED TO SAY.
behind the character

hey bitches, it's baylyn and i've been pimpin' these hoes for about six and a half years. i know right, it's great isn't it? need to get a hold of me? hit me up by PM, AIM, or MSN (just ask). i'm also in the eastern time zone just so you know. don't need to be telling you people twice. also meet the rest of my lovely babies, unborn yet!

"at least it's not raining.." tierney mumbled to herself, raising her gaze towards the sky over head. a single cloud trickling by temporarily blocked the suns rays. "yet." she had to work at holding back a groan. she could feel it building in her throat. the breckenridge residence was only a few blocks away from her own humble abode, so walking didn't seem like it would be too much to handle. unfortunately, her legs were disagreeing with her optimistic attitude, and practically screaming with pain. just a cramp. putting her journey on hold for a moment, the brunette lowered herself onto the curb to stretch out her aching calves. massaging the sore muscles with her finger tips, tierney exhaled, processing her thoughts as she peered up at the darkening sky. as usual, she was talking herself out of being spontaneous. she often degraded her choices, even when the most logical thing would be to advance forward. she twisted around, looking at the path she had just made. she had gone too far to give up now. it was a shorter walk to raine's, then retracing her steps back home.

of course, there was the small chance that raine wouldn't be present once she actually reached the household, but, knowing her best friend, she was probably just torturing her siblings with another romance film, or something along those lines. that, or just torturing them in general. tierney liked to assume her friend was just as equally lifeless as she was, with nothing really to do outside of school. she had no other refuge than counting on raine to take her away from her will to nurture her father while 'weening herself' away from the nest at the same time. sooner or later, she would move out. she just had to get her life in order first. there really wasn't a back up plan if raine didn't end up being at the house. in fact, it was important that she was there. if not, the situation would turn incredibly inconvenient; the walk would have been for nothing, and.. the returning walk would be in the dark. the sky was slowly turning into rustier and rustier shades, and the evening was quickly approaching. she hadn't really figured it would be much of a problem when she was tying her shoes back on the front steps of her cozy little shack, since there would always be the alternative of just crashing at raine's, and borrowing some sweats to sleep in. she hadn't factored in any other outcomes.

of course, it always seemed like it took more time to actually get somewhere, then to return to your original starting point. the street lights weren't even on yet. she could just jog back home, leave a message for raine with whoever answered the door, and complain to her friend on the phone later. but, instead of continuing to be a pessimist, tierney focused on moving forward. raine would be there. she had to be there. where else could she possibly go, without factoring tierney into the equation? they were best friends after all, weren't they? with a small huff of a laugh under her breath at her own stupidity, she pushed off of the pavement with her palms, brushing them together to get the dirt off once she was securely on two feet. only a few more minutes now. a few more minutes, and she and her best friend would be wasting their entire evening by getting creative. that's normally what they did; came up with new ways to entertain themselves, since everything else had already been done.

as she advanced forward, tierney couldn't help but grin. if anyone had been watching her, they might have thought her to be insane. her hair was wind whipped, and shaggy, and she was dressed in a simple pair of jeans with a button up t-shirt. nothing flashy. definitely suspicious. the fact that she was smiling stupidly only made her ensemble look even worse, and there were no doubt people peaking out of their curtains at the freak coming down the street. especially with her quick pace. in fact, she had nearly broken into a run. suddenly she was grateful that she had traded out her original flip flop choice for a pair of converse at the last minute. as she was narrowed down to a distance of only a few yards between herself and the house, tierney couldn't help but to feel suddenly self conscious. raine never approved of her when she wasn't looking her best. if she recalled correctly, when she was found in such a wardrobe, she was labeled as having the "bum look." it was too late to focus on that now, though, seeing as she was probably already seen approaching.

a sudden burst of energy pushed tierney forward, causing her to careen into a mailbox, stumble over her own two feet, and scrape up the back side of her arm. "shoot." the words came out in an aggravated whisper, and she slowly limped towards the door, hoping nobody had seen her idiocy. hopefully, nobody knew she was there, and had missed her stunt. but if they had seen her? maybe there was still time to bolt back in the other direction before they could reach the door. she paused halfway to the door, waiting to see if it would fly open at any moment, revealing her "deer-in-the-headlights" self, but after waiting a good two minutes, she decided that she hadn't been caught. trying to shake off the pain in her foot, and therefore trying to get rid of her limp, tierney approached the large door, hand clenched in a fist, lingering just above it. "it's gonna be okay." she reassured herself, although she wasn't entirely sure why it wouldn't be okay.. she just liked the support she had from herself. turning her hand into a more "knocking" position, rather than her original "pounding" stance, she lowered her hand down on the door. three simple knocks, then she withdrew her hand, and linked her fingers behind her back patiently.