* McCALLISTER , cat joyce.

"Starting again, falling up, soaring down"

THE CURTAINS CLOSED
· · all about you

name/alias: Mousie, or Mickey
age: Fourteen
time zone: Canadian Central
other characters: None at the moment
contact: PM is fine, or you can e-mail me at bringmickeythehorizon@yahoo.ca

EVERYBODY STOP AND STARE
· · basics

full name: Catriona Joyce McCallister
nicknames: Cat, McCallister
age/birthday: Eighteen, July 15th
company/position/band(if applicable): Unsigned, Guitar and vocals
mugshot: This chick on Deviant-Art, bonny-Blew apparently looks like me, but all her pictures are taken by Da-Toast

ALL WE NEED IS TO BELIEVE
· · persona

personality:
Just because I'm fresh out of high school, everyone seems to think I'm naive as all hell. Sure there are people who have been in the music business for years and years and know much more than I do. I totally and completely respect that fact. The thing is though, I've done my research. I know that the business can get ugly and that it gets competitive and it isn't that easy to break into the business. I get that, honestly I do. I just really hate it when people assume I'm stupid and i won't make it. I will make it into the business someday, just watch. You'll be seeing my name in lights one of these days, you just wait.

Clearly I'm a little stubborn. I don't like to give up things that I know I an get, so maybe you could say I'm a very determined person too. I don't really know but it is just the way I am. There have been many people who have stood in my way and created roadblocks in a desperate hope I wouldn't make it this far. With great pride and pleasure, I've gotten passed them and I can't wait until I make it even further. The things those people have said made me stronger so I'm almost thankful, almost.

I'm really thankful for my energy. I know that I can connect to people because I'm energetic and I've got enough spunk to give a kitten a run for its money. Just because I play my acoustic guitar and sing for a show doesn't mean that I'm dull or boring and play music only your grandparents would like. Dear Lord, I'm nothing like that. I play acoustic because I like the way it sounds but I'll get up and walk around or something. Seriously, I've got energy to burn. You know, you only get so much time in this world so I think you might as well make the best of it.

That being said, I can be quiet and I can listen. All these people in the music business are thought to be really bitchy and would give out your personal secrets in a second if it meant you would get more publicity. I'm not like that, and maybe that is why people think I don't know shit. Respect is so important to me, and I'll respect everyone I meet unless they give me a reason not to. I won't go off telling the paparazzi that you had sex last weekend, and I'll listen to you talk about anything you'd like to tell me.

People often quote me on how I don't want a relationship. I say that a relationship isn't important to me and by relationship I mean a romantic one. You see, I've had a few and they didn't turn out well at all. It sucked to be broken up with and I hated breaking up with those people. The thing is though, I really am a hopeless romantic. I've always dreamed of getting roses on valentines or a poem on my birthday. It would be absolutely perfect but I just don't advertise it. One day, I hope to have my dream come true but for now I mean, well I don't think it will happen. Maybe one day though, maybe one day.

Just a quick little fact about me which is kind of important, is that I'm a bit of a hippie. I'm a vegetarian and I hate it when people test on animals and global warming is upsetting me. I'm not an outrageous PETA activist or anything but I mean some of my acoustic songs are definitely created by this side of me. Yeah, just a fun little fact. Oh, and we will achieve world peace at some point.

likes:
Ireland, winter, snow, rain, carrots, vegetarianism, acoustic guitars, singing, long hair, boys and girls, stretched ears, fruity perfume, music, koalas, wine gums, coolers, coffee, ice skating, writing music, talking, autumn, converse high tops, roses on valentines
dislikes:
Panda bears, summer, eating meat, animal testing, the color yellow, electric guitars, synthesizers, long lines, airplanes, decaf coffee, drugs, sex for no reason, really strong flowery perfumes, sunglasses from the 90's, short hair.
fears:
People hating my music, dying alone, global warming, pandas, spiders
strengths:
Great listener, kick ass at acoustic guitar, great hair, understanding, passionate
weaknesses:
Roses on valentines day, history, wine gums, coffee, sweet fans
ambitions:
For my music to be known, to be love and be loved, to go skate in France
secrets:
I used to be in an abusive relationship, I can't cook, I'm scared of panda bears

BITTER SWEET MEMORIES
· · the story

parents:
Mother, Raleigh Ann Collignon, 40, Unknown
Father, Danny McCallister, 45, Accountant
siblings:
N/A
other extended family:
Oliver Reinfrew, 19, University Student
hometown:
Killarney, Ireland
current residence:
Boston, MA
history:
Well prepare yourselves, ladies ad gentlemen because this is quite the long novel. Nine months before I was born, my parents did the obvious. My da' was and accountant and my mother well... She was a girl wanting money on the corner of the street. My da' was lonely and she needed business so they did it. Raleigh ended up pregnant and couldn't handle a child so she called my da' back and told him in nine months he was going to take this little brat into his household. I'm amazingly thankful my da' was alright with raising a young'in on his own because otherwise I would have been the victim of an abortion and that would have sucked. Nine months went by and my mum popped me out and my da' took over from there. We lived in his nice little flat just outside of Killarney for the first year or so and then we moved to Dublin. I don't remember much of Killarney besides the visits me and da' took to see my grandmum and grandda'.

I grew up normally, went to my classes and was a regular student. I excelled in my English classes which pleased my da' beyond belief. It always felt good coming home with a good report card in my backpack and knowing my da' would be pleased and happy. We would go out for ice cream and have a little celebration and I wouldn't have to do chores for that day. I liked report card time. Report card time got even better once I entered the seventh grade because it was then we began to learn how to play some instruments. I was assigned the acoustic guitar and my musical talent soared.

On my thirteenth birthday, my da' bought me a brand new acoustic guitar. I was absolutely thrilled with it, and immediately started playing. The pride and joy created a fantastic sparkle in his eyes and I knew I'd made him proud. That same year, a boy named Oliver from England transfered into my school. It didn't take long for us to hit it off and become fast friends. We were constantly together, joking and laughing all the time. Oli was my best friend, that was certain.

The summer before the ninth grade we promised each other that no matter what, we would still be best friends until we died. We kept to it, too. It wasn't that hard because we had multiple classes together and so we became partners frequently and would work on projects often. My da' and Oliver got along too and Oli's mum treated me like her own daughter. Everything was fine and dandy.

In tenth grade, I met this guy in my music guy and it was instantly like we were in love. His name was Jamie and he was the hottest thing since I touched the oven. It was about this time that Oliver and I started bickering. Once Jamie and I were together, the fights between Oliver and I worsened and we both yelled at each other and that was the end of Oli and I. Jamie and I grew closer and closer. We were kissing between classes and so much more. I was caught up in him, and I wrote love songs like you wouldn't believe. My da' noticed a little bit of a change in me. He told me that I was being controlled by Jamie and needed to start making my own decisions. I told my da' off and said Jamie was a great man who loved me and I loved him.

One day during the end of grade ten, Jamie and I were making out in the halls as usual between our classes. Everything was fine until he told me that we should skip class and have sex. I told him that I didn't want to because I had an exam prep class next but he didn't take no for an answer. With an iron grip on my arm he told me that we were going to his car and we were going to have fun in there. Frightened, I agreed. From that day things escalated. If ever I didn't want to do something he'd whisper a brutal word in my ear and I'd comply or if we were by ourselves and I did something wrong then he'd raise his hand and leave a red mark on my pale and tender skin. I was beginning to be terrified of this savage side I'd never seen before. I'd lost control. Then one night when he told me we were going to make love again, I told him no and that I was going to go to the police because this wasn't right. That sent him flying off the handle and he threatened to kill me if I told anyone.

In the eleventh grade, I was still with Jamie. He put on an air of loving me during the times when we were in a crowd but as soon as we were alone he'd have his will with me. Anyways, I was walking down the halls and all of a sudden I bumped into Oliver. His books had hit one of the fresh bruises and I winced. He asked if I was okay, and I bit my lip, nodded, and left. We bumped into each other a few more times and the same thing occurred.

A month or two later, it was almost Christmas, and Oliver bumped into me once again. He asked me if I was okay, and I gave him the standard routine. As I turned to go he reached out and grabbed my arm. Without thinking, I flinched on contact. Oliver just looked at me and released his grip on my arm and I scampered off to my next class. That same night, he appeared on my door step with a hot pot of coffee with the mug I always used at his house before we had our fight. When I saw him, I burst into tears and he herded me into my room and closed the door. Oliver give me the cup of coffee and wrapped his arms around me in a big hug. It took me ten minutes to stop crying but Oli remained with me. With a soft voice, I explained what had been happening and then Oliver wrapped me in a hug once more and told me he'd tell the police. I almost shouted at him, and then I begged and pleaded that he couldn't. I fought for Jamie but Oliver refused to listen.

Jamie went to jail. As he was being taken away, I was in the court room and he screamed and vowed that he'd get me. He would come and kill me. I cried and Oliver, and my da' embraced me in a protective hug. We had dinner at Oliver's house that night and discussed what would happen to me in the future. It ended up that Oliver's family and my da' and I moved out to Killarney for the last year and a half of high school. I'm beyond grateful for what they did for me.

When I finished school, I told da' and the Reinfrews that I wanted to move to the United States. It took me a little to explain how I was amazingly grateful for everything they had done for me but I wanted to pursue a musical career and the USA had the best companies for me to become a musician in. With a bit of bargaining (I'd have to still take at least one college course) my da' agreed to let me move out the the States. Oliver was sad but I promised to come back once a year and I'd send him letters all the time. It was a heartfelt departure but it seems to be working out fine. I just can't wait until I get signed.

ON THE EDGE OF THE SKY
· · extra

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