Artificial Sugar
Plus Ultra
Name: Atropa Trist
Age: 21
Personality: Atropa is a quiet girl who often comes off as cold unless you know her well.
She's very fun and happy most of the time, and she's usually pretty laid back.
She can have a bad temper though.
Looks: Black hair and green eyes though. Stands 5'5, hourglass shaped body.
Atropa had been planning for this concert for the past month, ever since she'd bought her front row ticket.
The ticket had cost quite a bit, but in her mind, it was worth it- even if she didn't actually get reunited with Gerard.
My Chemical Romance was playing at the Arena in the next town, which was only twenty minutes away, and so of course Atropa had jumped at the chance to see them live.
She'd worked extra hours and had saved every penny to afford the tickets, and no one could convince her that it was a stupid idea, even if it might have been just a little bit crazy.
When Atropa was in elementary school, she'd met Gerard, and the two had instantly bonded. As they grew, they became best friends, and then they fell in love, eventually dating.
But when My Chemical Romance started getting big, Gerard left to go on tour, and eventually he moved out of their city. At first, they'd tried to keep in contact regularly, but eventually they'd lost all contact, and he became famous.
Atropa was just some silly fan now, but she had a plan.
After the concert was over, she planned on sneaking back stage to meet Gerard again, and hopefully he would remember her. It had only been five years since they'd last seen each other, but it was still along time to someone like Gerard, who saw tons of fangirls every day.
Atropa's nerves had been making her shaky all night, and she could feel her heart racing in her chest.
Tonight, she'd taken a long hot shower to calm herself, and she'd made sure to shave everything that needed shaving, even double and triple checking to make sure that she wasn't leaving any prickles behind.
She'd washed her hair, face, and body twice, and had blow dried her hair until it was completely dry.
Then she'd decided to leave it down, and do her makeup- but since she didn't want to over do it, she decided less was more, and went with some winged eyeliner, some bronze eyeshadow, and just regular chapstick on her lips.
Her outfit had been planned quite a while in advance, and she thought she looked good. She wore a black and white plaid skirt that reached the middle of her thighs- just revealing enough- with some black fishnet stockings, and her favorite black leather boots, along with a dark red tank top and her leather jacket.
She looked grungy enough to like MCR, but not too grungy as if she was trying too hard.
In all honesty, she dressed like this a lot anyway.
Taking one last look at the clock, she grabbed her wallet/phone case combo, which held her phone, ID, and some cash. Then she double checked that she had her camera with her, and she left her house, locking the door behind her.
---
The drive went by faster than she'd thought, so she'd arrived a bit early to the concert. Even so, there was a huge line out the front of the doors- where everyone was getting their tickets checked.
Atropa got out of her car and locked it, making sure all her windows were rolled up, and then got in line behind everyone else.
She realized that she was a bit older than most of the other people in line, but she tried not to let it bother her.
Instead, she focused on her phone until it was her turn to get her ticket checked. Smiling at the man behind the glass, she took her ticket stub and went inside, grinning happily.
She was finally here.
Age: 21
Personality: Atropa is a quiet girl who often comes off as cold unless you know her well.
She's very fun and happy most of the time, and she's usually pretty laid back.
She can have a bad temper though.
Looks: Black hair and green eyes though. Stands 5'5, hourglass shaped body.
Atropa had been planning for this concert for the past month, ever since she'd bought her front row ticket.
The ticket had cost quite a bit, but in her mind, it was worth it- even if she didn't actually get reunited with Gerard.
My Chemical Romance was playing at the Arena in the next town, which was only twenty minutes away, and so of course Atropa had jumped at the chance to see them live.
She'd worked extra hours and had saved every penny to afford the tickets, and no one could convince her that it was a stupid idea, even if it might have been just a little bit crazy.
When Atropa was in elementary school, she'd met Gerard, and the two had instantly bonded. As they grew, they became best friends, and then they fell in love, eventually dating.
But when My Chemical Romance started getting big, Gerard left to go on tour, and eventually he moved out of their city. At first, they'd tried to keep in contact regularly, but eventually they'd lost all contact, and he became famous.
Atropa was just some silly fan now, but she had a plan.
After the concert was over, she planned on sneaking back stage to meet Gerard again, and hopefully he would remember her. It had only been five years since they'd last seen each other, but it was still along time to someone like Gerard, who saw tons of fangirls every day.
Atropa's nerves had been making her shaky all night, and she could feel her heart racing in her chest.
Tonight, she'd taken a long hot shower to calm herself, and she'd made sure to shave everything that needed shaving, even double and triple checking to make sure that she wasn't leaving any prickles behind.
She'd washed her hair, face, and body twice, and had blow dried her hair until it was completely dry.
Then she'd decided to leave it down, and do her makeup- but since she didn't want to over do it, she decided less was more, and went with some winged eyeliner, some bronze eyeshadow, and just regular chapstick on her lips.
Her outfit had been planned quite a while in advance, and she thought she looked good. She wore a black and white plaid skirt that reached the middle of her thighs- just revealing enough- with some black fishnet stockings, and her favorite black leather boots, along with a dark red tank top and her leather jacket.
She looked grungy enough to like MCR, but not too grungy as if she was trying too hard.
In all honesty, she dressed like this a lot anyway.
Taking one last look at the clock, she grabbed her wallet/phone case combo, which held her phone, ID, and some cash. Then she double checked that she had her camera with her, and she left her house, locking the door behind her.
---
The drive went by faster than she'd thought, so she'd arrived a bit early to the concert. Even so, there was a huge line out the front of the doors- where everyone was getting their tickets checked.
Atropa got out of her car and locked it, making sure all her windows were rolled up, and then got in line behind everyone else.
She realized that she was a bit older than most of the other people in line, but she tried not to let it bother her.
Instead, she focused on her phone until it was her turn to get her ticket checked. Smiling at the man behind the glass, she took her ticket stub and went inside, grinning happily.
She was finally here.
