That Ole Devil Called Love {open}

[BREE BENGAL]

Bree Bengal used to love people. In fact, there was nothing she had wanted more when she was young to be loved in return. She had little crushes when she was in kindergarten, and even while in that foster home. Thing was, no one ever really did love Bree back in the way she wanted, and even if they did, she found fault in it.

In theory, Bree had severed any emotional ties that had existed when she had the epiphany of the reality of humanity. She told herself that she should never develop feelings for any person ever again, because they were just like everyone else. Everyone lied. Everyone stole. Everyone cheated. Every single human being that ever existed was completely and utterly impure, and people who acted like they were were cancelled out by the fact that purity didn't exist, in her mind. No overall state that would inevitably turn to shit really existed. Children would eventually turn into adults. It was all just logic, really. Bree's cynic(though she could call it realist) logic fueled her actions. Well, most of them. Which was why Bree Bengal was incapable of emotion in theory.

The truth being? Bree was maybe starting to feel something again. The boy was just that, a boy, but maybe that's what she needed. Someone who wasn't as forcibly mature as she was, and someone who could make her laugh. Because that's what she did whenever she was around him. Bree laughed like she hadn't in years. It was a true laugh, not an amused chuckle like she normally gave when people tried. This one was one of the very, very few who could break her tough exterior and get to the softer girl she pretended wasn't there.

"It's that old devil called love again
Gets behind me and keeps giving me that shove again
Putting rain in my eyes, tears in my dreams
And rocks in my heart."

Now, while Bree did spend some time with this boy Cash, she did attend to her other hobbies. Like proving to happy people that they were wrong, or pretending to be drunk to see how people acted, or singing cabaret up on a stage at Sevens. It wasn't like she wanted to pursuit a career in music, though she was a bit talented; she just wanted to be the center of those silly people's attention for a bit. A lot of the couples didn't speak while she was on stage. They were all looking at her, which was exactly what she wanted. If they listened to the lyrics, they might agree that love was like the devil.

"It's that sly old sun of a gun again
He keeps telling me that I'm the lucky one again
But I still have that rain still have those tears
And those rocks in my heart."

Everybody took things differently, but Bree took this as love weighed you down, and she didn't want to be weighed down. None of the people in here or out there should have to be weighed down by the pain and suffering of the thing, either. Why couldn't they see it? Procreation was fine. Yeah, whatever, continue the human race. A certain amount of evil was necessary, after all, and it's not like we hadn't destroyed the natural world as it was. But no one had to actually feel things for each other. The evil from that was not necessary.

"Suppose I didn't stay, ran away, wouldn't play
The devil, what a potion he would brew?

He'd follow me around, build me up, tear me down
Till I'd be so bewildered, I wouldn't know what to do."

But ah, she didn't think of that. Love had very sharp claws, and when they hooked onto you, they went deep. Resistence wasn't easy, as Bree was having trouble with this particular claw that seemed to dig into her heart and remain there, no matter how much she pulled.

"Might as well give up that fight again
I know darn well he'll convince me, that he's right again
When he sings that sorry song I'm just gonna tag along
With that old devil called love."

No, she couldn't give up. He would turn out just the same as every other godamn human being on this planet. Happiness was just a form of denial. Even if nothing particularily negative was happening in your life, there was always going to be something happening all around you.

"He'd follow me around, build me up, tear me down
Till I'd be so bewildered, I wouldn't know what to do."

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That's exactly what he was doing wasn't it? But Bree was different. Bree was one of the few who chose to recgonize that the human race was a sphere on a downward spiral, and she would help it roll along until the day she died. No one could stop it, after all.

"With that old devil called love
With that old devil called love."

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She let go of the microphone and bowed, making her way off the stage as quickly as she could without looking like she was rushing. Thank God she was done for the night. Bree needed a drink, pronto. Luckily, when she had signed up for this gig, she had given them all false information and a stage name. And Emilie Felix happened to be 22, with her regular being a tiger cocktail. The bartender already had it prepared when she slid into the barstool, looking at the seat next to her for someone to talk to. As much as she hated the human race as a whole, she still used people for conversation and for... well, for sex, frankly.

But conversation now, other motives later. And if this one didn't fit, she could find another. Hell, she could go to a completely different bar.

"Did you enjoy the show?" She was always curious as to how people thought she did with these types of things. [/blockquote][/justify]

notes; so long and full of hate. ;__;
OUTFIT
she sings this, only she's white. Which is a sterotypical thing to say, but whatever. She sounds more modern, is that better? ;__;