Sucidal Inc.

Registry Application:

(My Own)
Name: Erin Greene
Age: 18
Height: 5'10''
Weight: 120
Body Type: Medium/Tall
Experience: Dancing/Commercial/Magazine
Personality: She does not often talk to people. When she does it is generally strictly business only. She seeks no relationship with anyone and is mature beyond her years. She is stubborn with her views on Anorexia and Bulimia but is easy to work with and very kind, especially to small children. She is honest and very independent, however her lack of sociability makes it hard to talk with her on any social matters outside of work.
Addictions/Disorders: Is currently taking an Anti-Depressant

*the right*

Registry Application

Name: Danny love
Age: 17
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 128
Body Type: Small/Medium
Experience: Magazine
Personality: She talks non-stop about any and everthing. She loves to work for anything be it her job or something else. She doesnt try to put 100 persent into anything she does because she feels however she does something is vauled at that. Though she talks alot she doesnt like being interviewed or having to be the interviewer.
Addictions/Disorders: Has been taking the drug Lithium to keep her active since 10.


(hope thats ok)

(Yup. It's fine.)

( wondering. how many more before it can start? lolz )

(I think two more is adequate and then we can. If we can only get three then that will be fine as well)

( roger =] )

Name: Shana Bleu
Age: 17
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 124
Body Type: Medium/Tall
Experience: Magazine/Commercials
Personality: Shana is a keep to herself kind of girl. She likes others, but not so much in talking. She is really kind and sweet, but can be stubborn at times. She is very complex. She doesn't really connect to any boys because she is not interested in love. She wants to have a career, make enough money to settle down and go to medical college to help others. Until then, she likes modelling. As a child, she was normal and pretty. She got many compliments that she didn't take note of until at the age of 7, her mother took her to sign up for commercials. She then took a liking in modelling. She is independant, honest and isn't very competitive. She just wants to make some real friends.
Addictions/Disorders: She has to take a lot of vitamins and heart pills because of her heart disorder and because doctors have said that she is very unhealthy.

[Hey. So we can start now? ]

(Yeah. Give me a moment. I'm multitasking a lot, so my post might take twenty minutes.)

[Alrighty then ! ]

"And five, six, seven, eight." A new line of ballerina and exotic dancers moved onto the stage for their part as the choreographer shouted from the floor. She was middle aged with her red hair pulled tightly back into a band. Her posture itself was demanding as she shouted instructions to keep the rhythm. Erin grimaced a bit from her shouting. Her headache had gotten worse and her instructor's yelling didn't help. The camera man lined up in front of the stage snapping photos for a magazine ad had flashing bulbs. Each click of the camera would result in a short burst of light and a temporary blinding spell for Erin. She winced and tried to keep her eyes away from the direct blast. Finally it was over. Her skirt came to a rest around her ankles. It was almost see through over the leotard. The entire shoot was for a natural setting. It was hard as every once in a while they had to stop dead still where they were for the camera's to shoot without the blur. Breathing hard, Erin could still hear her instructor's voice over the loud chattering and she thanked God silently for the fifteen minute break. Her headache was driving her crazy. Unnoticed she quickly disappeared from the herd of dancers and to the bathrooms with her sports bag.

Shana wasn't a dancer. She danced bad. Bad is too harsh, maybe awkward. She wasn't born to dance like the others. She was a musician. She quickly tried to follow along with many slips and wrong movements. She accepted the glares from the other dancers when she made a mistake. She was trying her hardest. "Since you all are doing well, why not try something a little more challenging, shall we?" asked the trainer. 'We all are doing well? The only reason your saying that is because your back is turned to us woman!' she thought to herself. She smiled, a fake smile of course and accepted anything coming her way. Quickly after, the show was done. Good thing. Her legs were killing her. She took her sports bag and slipped into the change rooms.

Danny had just gotten done with her interview for an upcoming addition for a magazine. She never liked taking them but this one was espcially worse because the interviewer was not used to people that werent good at talking one on one. As she walked down the stairs she had her carrier bag with her to change into comfortable cloths as she tried to bolt out for a little time off. Her manager would get pissed as usual but shed deal later. Danny looked over at the finishing dancers and smiled, "Must be tough to do all that stuff." She never thought much of dancing but a couple of songs came into her head as she opened the door to the changing rooms.

Shana felt like french fries. Bad for you, and really thin and wobbly. She felt dizzy, so she gave herself the right amount of vitamins and pills. She quickly took a shower, got changed and went to her commercial shooting. She was supposed to act as a mother, who was talking about how great some diapers were. Woo hoo. She started talking about how great it felt being a mother and how babies tend to have many 'accidents' and the diapers came in handy. She finished and went to her manager. As usual, he was on the phone. "Ummm, what do I do next?" she asked. She didn't get her schedule, so she had to memorize it and sometimes she forgot. "Magazine questionnaire. Keep it cool, sweet and right," he said, and winked. Shana sighed and walked off to the next magazine.

Sitting on the toilet seat behind the cool blue metal door of the bathroom stall made Erin feel more and more like an anorexic model who had something to hide. She had promised herself before she even started to model, that she wouldn't fall into those destructive habits. Sometimes it wasn't even the model's choice. If their instructor felt that they needed to lose weight...they lost it and then as time went on, they just transformed. She did however, transform into someone who needed to take Lexapro to treat for mainly anxiety, but for depression as well. She wasn't proud of it, but Erin figured it was better to do something about a problem rather that just wallow in it and let everyone try and feel sorry for her. Her manager knew about it, only because he was the one who made her get it in the first place. She swallowed the capsule down with a small drink of water and then flushed the toilet. She had thought that she heard someone come in. Exiting the stall she washed her hands and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like someone in a magazine but she felt tired. To herself, she looked tired, maybe it was just the bad lighting she thought and then laughed and shook her head.

"Wow, I'm starting to sound like one of them," she mumbled and grabbed her bag and left back to where the rest of the dancers were at the front stage. There was a large crowd gathered around and upon closer inspection Erin could see the girl clutching her ankle and a paramedic trying to pry her hands a way so he could look. Erin's hopes of an early release were dashed. Somewhere in the back of her mind she hoped that it was the choreographer so that she could go home and get some sleep. Maybe if another dancer fell as well...but she shook the thought out of her head with a bit of playful amusement. The girl was finally carried or rather limped away, and the rest of everyone else were back on stage in front of the cameras for the last hour.

As she changed into a hoodie and some shorts she slipped on some worn out sandals. "I really better get another pair." She liked sandals most because she was always in and out of shoes for magazine shoots with these she could easily get them off. Right when she was about to put on her headphones her cell rang and she reached in her pocket to answer seeing it was her manager made her sign as she answered it quickly. "Hey, dont i have a couple of hours away from you." She snickered as her manager took the serious tone telling her to come back immediately to take interviews of some dancers. She was less interested hearing they were dancers. They were usually all the same to her. "Fine ill be there in a few...got it...bye." She hung up throwing her cell in her carrier and plugging in her headphones to the ipod listening to a fast pace song, making her remeber shed have to take "those" later. She never liked swallowing pills but she had too, in order to keep up. Danny bolted out the changing room passing the dancers not looking over and up the stairs to the managers room.

(Alright. It should work when you get back. Make sure to have pen and paper when you get back haha. I'm making you write!)