#privcarson

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someone save me, if you will ;; marisol&carson

WHO? Marisol and Carson Hart. @carsonehart

WHERE? Motel 8, LA Cali. 

NOTES: After a few worrisome texts from her brother, Marisol sets out on finding her brother- not prepared to what was waiting for her. 

TRIGGERS: Drugs, hallucinating, blood. 

It was like any other day, at the tattoo shop that was- Marisol was finally starting to fall back in her own routine, her own self and nothing compared to that. Her mamis treatments were going by wonderfully, she was getting strong, not letting a damn thing get in her way, and if she could do that- Marisol could do anything. As she was getting on her lunch break, she broke open her salad and starting to chow down, working the night shift threw her eating patterns for a loop, so by this point, she was starving. 

But then came the texts, and they made her stomach churn-- Carson was making no sense and in her mind she feared the worst. Talking to her boss, she was out in the matter of moments, speeding through the streets of LA. Her heart was beating so rapidly in her chest, she felt like it was going to come out, she felt like she was going to be sick. As she parked, she all but ran to the front desk, getting the right information before she was storming into the others hotel room, beating the door down. 

“Carson.”

The name fell from her lips as she stepped through glass, kneeled by his side and took his face into her hands. 

“Wake up CC, c’mon.”

[bennyharner]

valentines day;

sent to ; @carsonehart @findingfinnnn @pearcetheval @paisleyclar @hads-clar @huntersclarington @havoc-maverick @benny-rose @daxisnotonfireee

Happy Valentines Day, may you smile the brightest always. 

-Olivia & Manny.

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A LA NANITA NANA ;; CC&MIMI

This wasn’t anything new for the both of them; the two of them were a bit of kindred souls-- and it helped their close relationship. Even if they both handled things, down things, so differently-- there was nothing a lullaby couldn’t fix. Her arm was wrapped protectively around the others shoulders, fingers going through dark curls as she hummed lightly. 

“What are you writing about hm?

@carsonehart

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PRIVATE ;; HART CLAN.

So, March 1st-- trip to New Orleans? Your Aunt Maria needs fresh flowers for her birthday, our big and famous sister Nat has already said yes, I just need you two.

And I don’t want to go alone, back there-- just in case. 

@carsonehart @hartcelia

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CARSON HART ➝ THIRD SIBLING

I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN

❖ FULL NAME: Carson Emmanuel Hart. ❖ PRONOUNS: He/Him. ❖ AGE: 20. (December 20th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Third. Twin to Fourth Hart. ❖ GRADE: Freshman. ❖ MAJOR: Music, with a Song Writing concentration. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Tyler Posey.

I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME

[ cancer tw, drug abuse tw ]

Carson Emmanuel Hart had always been rowdy, unable to sit still and accept the world for what it was. He would often stand up on chairs, jump from high points of the table. He never understood the word “no”. There was only “can” in his head. Carson was head strong and stubborn, never quite knowing where he fit in with the world.

His speech was delayed at a younger age; more often than not you would hear him quietly jabbering to himself in his room. Carson was sort of a loner, rushing by and taking it by the horns. He was never skilled in anything special, like his Moms or sisters. Carson felt a little out of place in his own home.

By seven, however, Carson had found his voice and used it at full force. He yelled at the top of his lungs, climbed up to the highest tree and stood his ground. There were downsides to this. He often questioned authority, told off his teachers when he felt like he wasn’t being heard. Carson’s filter lacked any sort of pause and reflect.

This would be his downfall.

When Melissa was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, Carson lashed out. He was thirteen at the time, and his track record only got worse. Carson would run away from home; he biked as far as he could before collapsing into tears. He would yell at people who dared to look at him funny. He was hostile and unforgivable to people.

At fourteen, Carson was given pills. He used them to cope with the pain, hiding them in tic-tac bottles, Advil containers. Anything to hide them.

When he was fifteen, Carson stole some liquor from his Moms’ cabinet. He had just found out that Julia was cheating on Mother. Carson kicked a hole in the wall.

He took his car to the a beach 4 hours north of their house, turned off his tracker, sat and drank until he could no longer drink, and took a few pills. He blackout in the backseat of the car. The police found him a few hours later, took him to the hospital. Carson came out fine— he had just wanted to escape from the pressure of home. He needed a way out of everything that was crushing him.

No one found out about the continuing use of Xanax, though.

And the adrenaline rushes didn’t stop after Melissa came back from remission. Now, at sixteen, Carson would run away as far as he could make it. He was truant and disobedient at home. The rowdy kid had grown up into a cold person. Carson used to laugh, open and freely. He had been a happy baby.

There were no smiles after her cancer. He supposed some people just don’t come back from their dark place. Carson fell into himself if he wasn’t causing a storm. He went silent some days, locked himself in his room, and fiddled with his guitar. He kept on doing pills, despite the weight loss, the lack of sleep. But, there was a good side.

The one good that came out of this was the guitar. Carson had always played a little, but he slowly began to go into song writing. He taught himself major chords, but kept it a secret from his family. He wanted nothing to do with the music industry during his mother’s cancer.

After applying to PSU to be with his siblings, Carson has chosen music out of all careers. He wants to be a better person— he wants to be happy and not as angry. He only hopes that good will come out of this. The hard part about being good is the pills. He keeps falling into dark habits. Carson know he needs to tell someone— but who?

He just wants good again.

BABY, THERE'S NO OTHER SUPERSTAR

Carson wears jeans a t-shirts. He is fairly simple guy, and doesn’t try hard at all for anything whatsoever. When he needs to dress up for concerts, Carson will put on a three piece suit. His t-shirts are often plain colors, with converse on his feet. Carson doesn’t wear too many brand names. He opts for comfort instead.

YOU KNOW THAT I'LL BE YOUR PAPARAZZI

Melissa is a famous classical musician and was the associate concertmaster of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra for ten years, before moving to Los Angeles. She is now the concertmaster of the LA Philharmonic and has been for the last fifteen years. Julia is one of the best music lawyers in the US and has forged many connections among musicians.

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Thank you for your audition, MADI. We are thrilled to welcome you into the group as the Third Hart who you have chosen to name CARSON EMMANUEL, with the faceclaim of Tyler Posey, and we truly cannot wait to meet them. Please send in your account in the next 24 hours, and read over the new members checklist before sending in your link.

ALL ABOUT YOU ➝

Madi, 20, EST

YOUR ACTIVITY ➝

7-9/10

ANYTHING TO ADD? ➝

Removed.

YOUR CHARACTER ➝

Carson Emmanuel Hart, he/him, Tyler Posey 

AGE, ORDER & BIRTHDAY ➝

19, December 20th, 5th Hart, Twin to fourth Hart

GRADE & MAJOR ➝

Freshman, music major with a song writing concentration

SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION ➝

pansexual, panromantic  

FAMOUS FAMILY ➝

Melissa is a famous classical musician and was the associate concertmaster of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra for ten years, before moving to Los Angeles. She is now the concertmaster of the LA Philharmonic and has been for the last fifteen years. Julia is one of the best music lawyers in the US and has forged many connections among musicians.

BIOGRAPHY ➝

[ cancer tw, drug abuse tw ]

Carson Emmanuel Hart had always been rowdy, unable to sit still and accept the world for what it was. He would often stand up on chairs, jump from high points of the table. He never understood the word “no”. There was only “can” in his head. Carson was head strong and stubborn, never quite knowing where he fit in with the world.

His speech was delayed at a younger age; more often than not you would hear him quietly jabbering to himself in his room. Carson was sort of a loner, rushing by and taking it by the horns. He was never skilled in anything special, like his Moms or sisters. Carson felt a little out of place in his own home.

By seven, however, Carson had found his voice and used it at full force. He yelled at the top of his lungs, climbed up to the highest tree and stood his ground. There were downsides to this. He often questioned authority, told off his teachers when he felt like he wasn’t being heard. Carson’s filter lacked any sort of pause and reflect. 

This would be his downfall.

When Melissa was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, Carson lashed out. He was thirteen at the time, and his track record only got worse. Carson would run away from home; he biked as far as he could before collapsing into tears. He would yell at people who dared to look at him funny. He was hostile and unforgivable to people. 

At fourteen, Carson was given pills. He used them to cope with the pain, hiding them in tic-tac bottles, Advil containers. Anything to hide them.

When he was fifteen, Carson stole some liquor from his Moms’ cabinet. He had just found out that Julia was cheating on Mother. Carson kicked a hole in the wall.

He took his car to the a beach 4 hours north of their house, turned off his tracker, sat and drank until he could no longer drink, and took a few pills. He blackout in the backseat of the car. The police found him a few hours later, took him to the hospital. Carson came out fine— he had just wanted to escape from the pressure of home. He needed a way out of everything that was crushing him.

No one found out about the continuing use of Xanax, though.

And the adrenaline rushes didn’t stop after Melissa came back from remission. Now, at sixteen, Carson would run away as far as he could make it. He was truant and disobedient at home. The rowdy kid had grown up into a cold person. Carson used to laugh, open and freely. He had been a happy baby.

There were no smiles after her cancer. He supposed some people just don’t come back from their dark place. Carson fell into himself if he wasn’t causing a storm. He went silent some days, locked himself in his room, and fiddled with his guitar. He kept on doing pills, despite the weight loss, the lack of sleep. But, there was a good side.

The one good that came out of this was the guitar. Carson had always played a little, but he slowly began to go into song writing. He taught himself major chords, but kept it a secret from his family. He wanted nothing to do with the music industry during his mother’s cancer. 

After applying to PSU to be with his siblings, Carson has chosen music out of all careers. He wants to be a better person— he wants to be happy and not as angry. He only hopes that good will come out of this. The hard part about being good is the pills. He keeps falling into dark habits. Carson know he needs to tell someone— but who?

He just wants good again.

AESTHETIC ➝

Carson wears jeans a t-shirts. He is fairly simple guy, and doesn’t try hard at all for anything whatsoever. When he needs to dress up for concerts, Carson will put on a three piece suit. His t-shirts are often plain colors, with converse on his feet. Carson doesn’t wear too many brand names. He opts for comfort instead.

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