tell me i'm a loaded gun,
tie me up and come undone. <3on the ninth of september, nineteen ninety eight, a single mom gave birth at a rest stop on interstate ninety five in georgia.
madeline jones, the miracle of a one night stand after a babes in toyland concert. a quick witted little girl with a flair for the dramatic. she was often found rifling through her mother's makeup, and getting in trouble for cutting spare bedsheets into elegant gowns. child to a mother who was still a child herself, the southern belle soon became aware of the fact she was never part of her mother's plans. she was often paraded around in front of bad people, treated as her mother's rag doll.
throughout her childhood, madeline would come to learn there was only room for one drama queen in the family. at the age of seventeen, she moved to baltimore to follow her boyfriend, who she'd met while working illegally at a dive bar. he would teach her a valuable lesson, that sometimes intentions were only skin deep.
after a painful breakup, the girl was left alone in a city unfamiliar to her. she had no where to turn, and only the clothes on her back. she found work whenever she could get it, and a cheap room to rent from an older couple in the suburbs outside of the city.
alone in uncharted territory, she made quick work of carving out her own little life and family, living in a little apartment above a coffee shop with her cat, belgium. her main income is through cam shows, but she also has a semi-successful punk band. she's often found around baltimore, playing at any venues she can get into.
madeline has lived through such traumatic experiences, yet a smile is always found on her face. a bright light in a cold city, soft rain falling against your window. the radiant woman shares her joy with others, her southern charm easing people's souls and filling them with music. she is a lover, and lives solely to make others content, if only for a second through a fast interaction on the street.