Name: Barbara Anne Darling
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Nationality: American
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Occupation: Rockabilly Singer/Hellraiser
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Demeanor: Rebel
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Apparent Age: 18-19ish
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Nickname: Barbie
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Quotes
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"Gonna pack my jeans and my guitar and hitch my heart right to a star,
Follow the wind right down the road before my gypsy heart gets old, cause I wanta be free..." "I Wanta Be Free" - Evelyn Harlene
"...I walk for miles - Along the highway
Well that's just my way of saying I love you.
I'm always walkin' - After midnight - Searching for you
I stopped to see a weeping willow - Cryin' on his pillow - Maybe he's crying for me
And as the skies turn gloomy - Night winds whisper to me - I'm lonesome as I can be
I go out walkin' - After midnight - Out in the moonlight
Just hoping you may be - Somewhere walkin' - After midnight - Searching for me..."
"Walkin' After Midnight" - Patsy Cline
[Why he was cutting the heads off parking meters]
Luke: Small town, not much to do in the evenin'. - Cool Hand Luke
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RP Hooks
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- Need a rockabilly or country & western singer? She's your gal, alright. You and your patrons/guests will be crying rivers into your beer or ripping up the joint in no time at all.
- You like driving too fast and/or drinking too hard. Living fast? Dying young? Leaving a good looking corpse behind? Well, alright! Let's tear it up.
- Maybe you like to lose your shirt shooting pool and making drunken bets? If she likes your shirt, you could be in luck. See you at the Sharkbite.
- You like the great outdoors, don'tcha? She really does like hiking, hunting and fishing.
- Speaking of huntin', you got guns? Guns sure are fun! Let's play.
- Ain't much for city folk who think they're all cool with their big talk, easy money and fancy britches? Neither is she.
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Logs
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01/05/2008 | | 01/17/2008 | | 10/27/2008 | | 10/31/2008 | | 01/01/2009 | |
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A Glimpse Within
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Physical Description
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Pretty, blue-eyed and blonde, she's about as close as a girl can naturally get to the unrealistic Barbie ideal without being a freak. She's got legs to her chin and the suitably slender figure with bust and hip enough to provide plenty of curve. When she moves, it's with a mesmerizing, dangerous sort of grace that's nearly impossible to ignore. As for looks, she's really more striking than truly drop dead gorgeous. Hers is a beauty defined by remarkable poise, country girl charm and unexpectedly hard edges. Her skin is milky white and mostly without blemish, marred only by a scattering of freckles and a colorful riot of tattoos that cover both arms from wrist to shoulder. They're all in a vintage cartoon style, featuring music notes, hearts, cherries, cupcakes, stars, anchors, skulls, clouds, angels, flowers, big cats and names of her beloved. Her voice is a pleasant, honeyed growl with a heavy, if not particularly specific Southern accent that draws her words out with a lazy drawl and twang. Taken altogether, she's a delightful paradox; almost equal parts fragile, demure, tough and mean like some strange psycho-hillbilly-doll.
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Playlist
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Folk
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Gallery
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