CARTER, kalyn marie

[KALYN MARIE CARTER]

KALYN MARIE CARTER

NINETEEN, RIU , BASSIST , SWEET, SJ WHITELEY, BI-SEXUAL

hey hoes! my names kalyn but most people call me kay or lyn. i'm the bassist for a little band called resistance is useless. i just turned nineteen on february fourteenth and i'm happy to be here. people tell me i'm a little bit of a whore, but that's kind of what i was shooting for anyways.

i've always been addicted to sex thanks to my dad. i never really did drugs or drank alcohol, so that's good. i can't really go much more than a day without having sex. i don't really care who you are or what you are, as long as i get the momentary high. intimate sex, pity sex, sex with the person i love. who know? not me. i don't really care.

i have a pretty foul mouth, not that anyone cares. usually, i try to keep it under control when i'm doing interviews or anything like that, but outside, the curse words fly around and around. fuck, shit, damnit. fuck can be used as any part of the english language, and some times i use it that much. who cares? it's not like the people on this tour have never heard them before. most, if not all of them have said them before.

despite the way i come off, i'm actually a real sweet heart. i try hard to make people like me as a person, though i obviously get along with boys a lot better than with girls. i go out of my way to be nice to people unless we don't get along. i mean, sure, i'm a sweet heart but i possess the ability to be the biggest bitch in the entire world. don't get on my bad side, because we'll have some severe problems, and you won't fucking win. that means don't fuck with me, and don't fuck with my friends. there's a big line of people that will fuck your face up.

my mom and dad had my brother and i at eighteen and twenty. we lived a pretty uneventful life for the most part. until my mom died at least when cam and i were twelve. things went pretty downhill from that. daddy started hurting cam a lot, before he ever started doing anything to me. it really hurt seeing cam so sad and unhappy. he would hit him and call him names, all because he liked boys. like boys really were that bad to like, they're not. i don't know. it didn't take long before he started trying to get to me, and in many ways, he succeeded.

when i was thirteen he started touching me, it didn't start out full out. progressively, things got worse. he would touch me and kiss me, then he moved to sex. full blown fucking sex. all of my firsts were with my own dad. it makes me sick to my stomach. he invited his friends to join and let them use me for sex and other scary things. it was scary, and as i started eighth grade i would spend a lot of time with other guys, mostly because i didn't really get along with girls. i would have sex with them in order to have a place to stay for the night because going home wouldn't make me feel okay.

during the beginning of ninth grade i really started getting addicted to sex. i loved it.. i still do. i met these guys and they pretty much became my main sex-friends. at the end of my freshman year i ended up getting pregnant with one of their kids. it just so happened that they were musicians and they were in need of a bassist and you can see where it goes from there.

HEY, MY NAME IS ALYSSA. I HAVE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR TWO YEARS. I PLAY ONE OTHER CHARACTER, AND HERE'S A SAMPLE OF WHAT I CAN DO;

mason couldn't believe that noah was actually complaining right now. he did this to him all the time and the first time it happened to him and he was fucking whining like a little bitch. he rolled his eyes at the loud groan and the "fuck you" that followed soon after. a grin slid across his lips as he thought of a simple yet effective come back, but he didn't know if he should sat it. noah was already in a piss poor mood, so contributing to it probably wouldn't make things any better at all, but he really didn't care right now. noah made comments like that to him all the time and he could finally use it. "i already did."

mason frowned at his next murmured words. he had to get out of his god damn bed, NOW, or he would explode and literally pull him out of it and leave him on the floor, but again, he decided that maybe he should re-think the idea. he had done it before, but it just seemed cruel right now. he was bitchy and in pain which was only one small difference from normal. he almost felt like he was being too nice to his friend. he had never acted like this toward him before. they'd always just been buds. they drank together, partied together, and obviously occasionally slept together. now, mason was cooking for him and letting him sleep in his bed. was there something wrong with him? he rolled his eyes at the next comment, not given enough time to reply to the first. he honestly couldn't believe noah.

"it's not like you've never seen it before," he smirked a little. "you know as well as i do that you like it." he was only half joking. truth be told, mason was a little conceited (or a lot) but noah was no different. he was sure noah would've said something similar to him. mason loved his dick and assumed that everyone else did too. he was well endowed, blessed with a larger than average sized penis, but so was noah. they were almost literally the same person. whether that was just because they had grown on each other and had, in turn, inherited the others habits or because they were just similar. that was probably the biggest reason they actually got along. if mason hadn't been like noah he wouldn't have gotten in a fight with him all those years ago. it still surprised him that they actually got along because they had personalities that seemed like they would severely clash.

he rolled his eyes as the bed situation cam back into the conversation. mason decided on the spot that noah didn't have to get off his bed, simply scoot over and make room for him. "don't be so butt hurt about breakfast. you have enough to be sore about, especially since i made you some, fucker." the words left his mouth without even thinking about them. he knew noah wouldn't be eager to share his bed or make breakfast for both of them and most likely would've reacted the same way that he had. they had a different way of showing their closeness, and that wasn't just sex. they were practically brothers.. except brothers didn't have sex together. "so how about you scoot the fuck over and we can eat breakfast together, ass hole." he set his plate down mid sentence and pushed his friend over so he was sitting pretty much at the wall. "jesus."

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