Testing, 1,2. Testing, 1,2.

[Mephreyu_Ansom]

I love using you babe for your test thread ;}
And ;O you playing a girl... leh-gasp!

>>>>>>>xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoTHE SUPERSTITIOUSxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo<<<<<<<

::.State your name.::
xoxoxoxoxoxoEllis , Graham (( Lenzo ))


::.The Witness's Description.::
Gender = Male
Hair Color = Brown
Eye Color = Blue
Current Height = 6'1"
Current Weight = 154lbs
Mug Shots = X x X

::.My Written Statement.::

Search around and you'll see that I mainly go by Graham, though anything's fine as long as it's not Fortune Cookie Monster. Since last July 10, I've been twenty-two years old, whether I act my age or not. Even though I'm a guy, I prefer the company of whoever the fates decide. Yeah, that means I'm unbaised. P.S. I'm a Cancer, check the stars and see if we're compatible. Oh, I'm sorry if this is coming off rude...accusations make me feel inquisitive. I swear, I'm not guilty! I'm a detective! Though I'll forgive you for accusing me, since I'm not a monster. I actually like fortune cookies, horoscopes, puzzles, mystery/crime novels, and cigarettes. However I might just cringe if you replace any of those with black cats, unfinished work, dead-ends, not catching the crook, lying, and mistakes. Did I mention that bad omens, risks, and getting mortally wounded make me nervous? Looking at me, could you tell that I was a newbie? Yeah, and as long as I can solve the crimes, then I'll overlook all of this. Now if we're done here, I'd like to get back to trying to stay awake as I sort out this paper work. Thank you.

::.A Personality Dialysis?.::

Placid

I’m probably one of the hardest people you’ll ever meet to piss off. It’s just a fact. Living with five siblings made me pretty docile and no one can have an older brother as big of a jerk as mine. At least that’s my philosophy.. All the annoying things I’ve been through in life you can be practically a speck on the annoyance scale. Plus it doesn’t help in this job if you lose your head on something as trivial as getting teased… Though I will admit that my word choice is a little different than it used to be seeing as like most cops I can’t go a few words without adding a cuss word or two but other than that I don’t really instigate anything.

Orderly

Everything must be organized and put in its neat and alphabetized place. If anything they can also be color coded while I'm at it. I like everything as it should be, one little misangle and... Yep.. I don't like it. I'll have to pull everything out from the shelves and reorganize it yet again, so yep I like everything neat and tidy as it should be. That is why, you'll note later.. That I couldn't stand being roomed with a barbarian like my brother was.

Curious

If curiosity killed the cat; The cat still has eight lives left. And if it was a Black Cat I hope it stays the hell away from me… Ok well anyway… I’m a tad bit curious at times and it hasn’t been in my better nature each time. Most of the time I simply regret it. Other times I don’t but it’s just something I’ve learned to deal with. I try to cover up my overly curious nature at times by just divulging myself into what I’m told to do. The saying ‘Work before play’ holds a big part in my life. And is how I keep myself in check half the time.

Tenative

When it comes to practically everything I start off uncertain at first. It’s the way with most cases I’ve solved.. They are usually the oddest ones, some with only a few clues. But if you think of it the crime is simply a puzzle take the game ‘Clue’ for example you have your standard evidence, suspects, and motives… All you need to do is piece them together and you’ve beat the game! Though when it comes to other subjects that aren’t my job.. That’s when it gets a little different and I stick with my cautious nature.

Superstitious

I believe that everthing that is fated to happen will. It's just how life works. I don't not believe in god.. It's just from what I've seen and witnessed it all makes sense that it's in the stars, cards, whatever. I believe in fate, and superstions are and will come true. Look at all the fortune cookies I've eaten in the past that prove this theory to be true, you can not tell me it's all just coincedences if you've seen what I see.

::.Based on Actual Events.::

>>xoxoxMr. and Mrs. Ellis met off a dating ad placed by Mr. Ellis, both had terrible luck with love and with no hope left in meeting people on their own he turned to a newspaper ad. A week of no responses the thought of becoming a Monk had crossed his mind. Though almost out of the blue someone called back in response to the ad, (the future Mrs. Ellis). They scheduled a date for lunch two days from the call and six months from the call they eloped together and formed the crazy family that we are today. I am the second oldest of the five kids they went on to have. It goes my brother (five years older than me), me, twin sister and brother (three years younger than me), and little sister (seven years younger than me). A big family but where’s the fun in being a single child? The only down side to the big family was the fact I had to share a room with my older brother till we moved to a bigger house when I was eight..

>>xoxoxNow why I felt the need to mention sharing a room with my brother? Simple. I’m a neat freak and my older brother lacrosse jock that he is wasn’t. So if I was alone in the room for a long period of time I couldn’t help but find myself not being able to focus on the crossword puzzles and would end up picking up his side of the room… He didn’t like that and would naturally make it twice as messy next time and come to my side of the room and reorganize my books, CDs, and movies so they weren’t in alphabetical order like I had them. It drove me batty! I’d go whine to mother and she’d tell me it was just a way of showing his brotherly love and I’d just have to learn to deal with it.. Luckily she ended up pregnant again with my youngest sister and we eventually moved into a bigger place where I could have my own room.

>>xoxoxMy family wasn’t that poor we were a decent northern Yankee family… Meaning yes I have an accent.. Aren’t I lucky –insert sarcasm here– ? Anyway once a month every month we went to a Chinese restaurant on a Sunday after church a family tradition on sorts.. And maybe I got a little too into the fortune’s but I don’t know they were always so unique ‘You will live a long life and eat many fortune cookies.’ & ‘Golden investment opportunities are arising.’ Most of them seemed to come true and that couldn’t just be a coincidence not to mention whenever I picked up a penny facing ‘Heads Up’ my day always seemed to be one of the best I’ve ever had the few times I picked up a ‘Tails Down’ coin I had the worst days imaginable… I guess that’s were I slipped up.

>>xoxoxNo one believed me when I started to tell them about all the occurrences, my father would simply sigh as he drank his coffee and would glance at my mother as if she would have the answer “Sweetie maybe it’s only in your head?” I’d try and persuade them to see things my way but it never worked out. It didn’t help when one of the twins left a Seventeen/Cosmo magazine on the floor and I opened to the last page and saw the horoscopes. I started to cut out the ‘Cancer’ horoscopes and keep them for a record. Most of them coming true to the detail as vague as they all seem. What got to me though was as I started to research on superstitions and found that if someone dropped an umbrella in the house there was sure to be a murder in the house.. You can say I was more than delicate with the objects.. My brother, not so much… yep he dropped one. Great right?

>>xoxoxSo I was flipping out for a good few days… trying to mentally keep myself prepared if I saw any suspicious figures walking around our neighborhood at night.. I was about twelve at the time and had forgotten about the knuckle-headedness of my brother after two weeks and no murder I should have never let my guard down and I know that now. But Vivi (the girl twin) was sick that day and our grandma had come to visit, I loved the old woman dearly but don’t think it was in my parent’s best interest to leave them both home alone as the rest of the family went out to eat at, where else but, a Chinese restaurant. My fortune that day was ‘Grim times await at the hearth.’ You can only imagine how I acted after that and how I told them to step on it as we drove home… It was too late.

>>xoxoxWe arrived home to be greeted by cops in the front yard, Granny crying, and a body bag… I was the first to run out of the car as my mother was crying in my father’s arms at the time. The officers told me this was no place for a child. I tried to explain I lived there, but when you’re twelve years old it takes a lot of convincing to prove that. Thankfully all I had to do was run under the tape and hug onto my crying Grandma to prove who I was. It turns out I was right.. My Grandma had taken too many pills and fallen asleep on the job, a two-bit thief climbed in through my room (my OCDness could tell from the MESS on the floor.. and the tape) and went to my parents room where he stole some jewelry, he didn’t except to find a kid under the bed sheets and though I don’t know the rest all I know was it only took a shot to the chest to kill her. And though Granny’s hearing is horrible the blast woke her up and she called 911 before going up the stairs to find the dead grandchild.

>>xoxoxThe funeral was the worst thing I’ve ever been to. One because my older brother blamed me for the death and my stupid beliefs. Victor (Vivi’s twin) acted as though he’d lost a limb, Mom and Dad yelled at each other outside blaming both for being too naïve. My youngest sister was too young to understand and I spent most of my time holding her as best I could… It was the worst.. But it did give me guidance on my future job, I don’t know why but after that I read a horoscope and it said something that just made it all clear.. ‘A path will arise in the midst of a wake.’ Now I don’t know if it meant a literal wake up or the wake of dead person but it seemed to make sense and I found myself wanting to become a detective afterwards.

>>xoxoxStudying wasn’t that hard I just divulged myself into my work and by junior year graduated early. Nothing special, really it wasn’t. A few years of college and voila new job at a station in a northern Podunk town. Sticking with my habits back home I had subscribed to have my horoscope emailed to me and bought a box of fortune cookies. I have a lucky rabbit’s foot key chain I clip to my belt loop just because. I’d been working there a year or so before I started getting the weirdest dreams of a lizard. No I didn’t think much of it till I bought a dream encyclopedia book and found that dreams of a lizard mean you have a secret enemy. It didn’t help that my cookies were a little on the portentous side along with the horoscopes… So I filled out the paperwork and had myself transferred to another district, any district as long as it wasn’t there.

>>xoxoxAnd that is how we end up with me here. In this new place with a new partner. Supposedly the last guy was fired and that’s why they were hiring.. I don’t know the details just that I was hired shortly my papers were filled out. I guess being the newbie is something that always gets you picked on… It just doesn’t help when you are constantly eating fortune cookies after every meal or snack. Or have newspaper clippings of your horoscope on the side of your desk.. yeh.. Maybe not my smartest move.. But I don’t care let them say what they will… I’ll just keep to myself. Except with my new partner I really can’t.. I have nothing against the Playful it’s just.. He’s different? Great word choice Graham -.- Anyway he seems to know what he’s doing just a little riskier if you may than what I’m used to..

>>xoxoxAll and all if you haven’t noticed, I’m OCD, Superstitious, Pacifistic, Worrisome, Uncertain… And yeh.. I’m thinking of giving up on love just like my father had simply for the reason that I am still a virgin… yes.. I have never had a successful relationship I’ve dated probably two people in high school and the longest was three days. I can’t really say but It’s just confusing.. Trusting someone soo much you’d give your very life for them or something like that just doesn’t make sense to me and I don’t know why but the two times I did date I said something to the manner of ‘Maybe we just don’t compute’ and it was over like that.. yeh..

>>>>>>>xoxoxoAutographed in DarkOrange ink by Mephreyu_Ansomxoxoxo<<<<<<<

[rajio_obake]

Hey, do you miss the way the world wasspinning for us?

ιηтяσ∂υcιηg _ Buck.

тнεч cαℓℓ мε «
» Buckley Todd Metro.

ι вεℓιεvε ι'м «
» twenty-five.

мч вιятн∂αч ιs «
» September fifth.

ι'м α «
» doped up dude.

ι нαvεη'т тнσυgнт αвσυт ιт, вυт ι ℓιкε «
» tough rocker chicks.

тнεч αяε ƒαмιℓч «
» Troubled on Tuesday… and Glass Advisor.

мч αмαzιηg gσσ∂ ℓσσкs «
» No better place to start than what I look like I guess… For starters I’m six foot on the dot and doubting I’m growing any taller. This is probably the height I’ll be for the rest of my life and that’s fine with me. I’ve never felt the need to dye my hair so it’s naturally a messy dark brown. I’ll admit I’ve used a straightner on my hair, but not often... ever now and again, or if something special comes up, other than that I comb it and I’m done. The glory of having naturally straight hair. It used to come just above my shoulders but since leaving Troubled on Tuesday I grew my hair out… It’s just a little past my shoulders nothing big, it still looks good. I have brown eyes like most of America; they could be anybody’s eyes… But for all I know there my father’s. Due to the drugs I am underweight, heheh big surprise right? But shh- you’re not supposed to know I do them. I pierced (some of) myself with a needle and thread back in highschool, so I have a septum and snake bites I pierced myself. The gauges not so much I had a little help with those same with the tongue. Turning eighteen and getting enough money, I got myself tatted up. Sure it’s just one sleeve is actually finished since then. The chest will be after our next album drops, or maybe I’ll leave it the way it is I’ve yet to decide… My apparel is recently long sleeves, or jackets most of the time. Reasons why being: A) I look good in love sleeves B) I have holes in my arms C) I have holes in my arms and D) I have holes in me arms. I like to think its answer A, though we all know its answer C. It’s not that extremely noticeable, but I’ve been told that in this business you can never be too careful.

тнε ωαч ι αм «
» Sigh… If I tell you I’m not the most outgoing of guys will you leave me alone? No?.. Well it was worth a shot. In general I’m a pretty laidback person, always have been. Sure I’m not as anti-social as my old friend the drummer of Troubled on Tuesday.. I’m pretty close though… I don’t mind initiating a conversation, it just depends if I’m comfortable with the subject. Like jokes and music, I can have a conversation with the same person for a month on those sorts of subjects. There really isn’t a difference noticeable about me when I’m high, I act the same way. The only major difference is I’m more prone to start a fight with someone when I’m high. See I hate arguments, I’ve heard so many of them through the years I just can’t stand them. If someone starts one with me (my breakup -cough-) I try to get a point in, but if it’s just not going anywhere I shut up and dismiss myself from the room. I can’t handle it. My brain just shuts off and there isn’t much to explain because I don’t want to deal with it… when I’m sober. Now, if I am high and someone starts yelling at me I’m more inclined to bash a head against a wall. It’s a way for me to let off some steam. Now if that makes it sound like I have a lot of pent up rage, I do not the drugs do. If there’s anything pent up it’s the fact I still didn’t get to explain my actions to Schaefer and have yet to give her a gift I was planning on with the bonus I got for joining Glass Advisor… Stupid, yeh I know.. Everything I do in life is stupid. And if you’re wondering why I do the drugs and booze even if I know it’s dumb. It’s because I can’t stop and with everything life’s put me though, frankly I don’t want to.

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» Drugs have always been a part of my life, even if I wasn’t the one doing them. My mother was a crack-whore… Yes take a moment to picture that. Trust me I have and it ain’t pretty… How I came into this world? I was a choice between birth control and her fix for that month. Let’s just say her coke lines mattered more to her than the mistake she was going to make (aka me). My father as one of the many men she slept with that month and he must’ve lied when she asked if he had a condom because somehow another she ended up pregnant… Now if you think she noticed this fact. Fact being I was in her gut. Nope, she didn’t. My Mom was one of the many cases (when it comes to ‘her type’) that didn’t notice she was pregnant until she was in the alley when her water broke. She assumed she contracted some really bad side-effect of doing drugs which she did; it just wasn’t some mutated form of cancer, it was a child. Now people heard her yelling and carrying on in the streets and called nine-one-one because from how she was acting everyone in the area assumed she was shot. It wasn’t till the officers came to check it out did they find the reason was the child covered in alley waste gunk a few feet away from the woman speaking in gibberish. Now the cops assumed I was dead simply from where I was and who my mother was, it wasn’t till one of them went to look at the silent baby did he find I wasn’t actually dead nor noticeably deformed I just had a fever. Both my mother and I were taken to the hospital. I’ve been told I’m lucky the only thing I got was a cold because of all the other cases of children who’s Moms had done drugs at the time and they came out with three fingers, no legs, or something else that permanently crippled them for life.

Now the cops on the case called in a Social services worker to talk to my mother, but before they could discuss what was going to happen to me she ran away. Snuck out the window and left me in the ICU. There is only one thing left to do with a case such as mine at that point and that’s foster care… Oh and if you’re wondering how I ended up with my name, in the ambulance drive over the nurses were asking her what she was going to name me and she was saying ‘********, ********, ********’ To be polite, and so I wouldn’t have to live with a name like that the nurse erased the ‘F’ and put in a ‘B’ added a few extra letters and you got ‘Buckley’. I guess I’d have to thank her for that. ‘Todd’ was the name of one of the cops who found me… And ‘Metro’ okay in all seriousness I legally changed my name to that when I turned eighteen. Till then my last name was whoever I lived with at the time. Trust me I don’t remember half the time who’s family was who they all mix and mashed together. I was with this one family for a while till I was about four, they thought they couldn’t have children and took care of me till she ended up pregnant and they didn’t want who I was or who I came from to effect the newborn so it was then I was sent to someone else’s house and it became almost a game, when would they give me up next? Who would adopt me? Would they adopt me? Am I nice enough? I was never adopted but it did teach me a thing or two about people in general. Like when I thought of looking for my real mother, I’d seen her face in her criminal records report… But nothing else, I decided it wasn’t worth wasting my time looking for someone who didn’t want me in the first place.

Now one family in particular took me under their wing so to speak. The Jorgensen’s were an artsy family. Painting, sculpting, 70s psychedelic music. They were basically hippies. The oldest son was more so a jock, but his parents bought him a bass guitar. Of course they thought that the bass was a ‘Five-String Guitar’. They were only half wrong... and Right. It was a ‘Five-String Bass’. The son didn’t like taking lessons and it wasn’t as “Hot” as a guitar because no chicks want to sleep with a bassist. I didn’t care though; I took the guitar before he sold it on ebay. He taught me the few notes he knew and I taught myself the rest. They weren’t exactly living the high life and lessons cost money, so sorry that I’m not made of the stuff. I was fine with it; I practiced the thing whenever I could. However there were two little downsides, when I said they were basically hippies I meant it the son smoked joints and the parents too. I was offered a hit and since they were ‘family’ at the time it would’ve been rude of me to decline. I knew the risk of getting high because of my mother but let it slip my mind at the time… It wasn’t long before my addictive personality caught up with me and I was hooked. I tried not to show it though, and when the cops busted down the doors one day because they heard of a ‘Marijuana Farm’ in the basement that was code for a new family for me and jail for theirs. I feel guilty that I blamed them at the time saying they ‘forced me’ to smoke with them. But I didn’t want to go to jail do you know what they’d do to guys like me in prison? I was only twelve?

When I was in highschool, the family jumping was almost once every six month period. I also was addicted to more than just pot. I had graduated from the leaf and had moved on to my Mom’s drug of choice, ‘Coke’ and liquor was just a usual drink. I slowed down on the stuff only because after the Jorgensen’s a Social service worker was made to check on me every two months to make sure that didn’t happen again. It did. But as long as I laid off the stuff two days before the meeting they never knew and it wasn’t like they ever wanted a piss check so that was good. I met the guitarist from my old band (Troubled on Tuesday), and the drummer too in highschool. Not that we were a band then. The guitarist and I were close, but not as close as the drummer. I could trust that guy with anything. Like the time I spray painted the principals car and he didn’t snitch on me, even when threatened with getting suspended for a week. I suspended anyway because they found a ‘Similar’ spraycan in my locker, even though it wasn’t the right color. I’m no going to explain why I had a spraycan in my locker, just like how I didn’t explain to the school officers when they asked me. In short it was just because. I had a few classes with the guys and ate lunch with them it was around late sophomore year, early junior that I met the girl who would catch more than just my attention. And no one can understand how I felt that day. As she sat down for lunch, one I was blown away a girl with her looks would even sit with us. Yes I stereotyped her as a preppy girl; she could’ve been one minus the traditional blonde hair. But when she started talking after a while it was a completely different person than who I imagined.

Now our guitarist had found our singer. After listening to a few of her demos I was blown away. I don’t know what it was… I mean I’d had a few girlfriends before but they were druggie chicks who licensed physiatrist would say I only dated because they reminded me of the mother I never had. Of course the relationships were always cut short because neither myself nor the girls involved wanted anything serious. We simply dated so we could have someone with us when we lighted up. But it was different with Schaefer… I don’t know why or what thought crossed my mind at the time. I don’t even think I was slightly buzzed up on booze at the time. I think I was perfectly sober; if there is such a thing. I just thought ‘Man what a girl’. I saw her in a different light than the first time I met her. The stereotype was long since gone by then and I don’t know why but it felt like I was hit with a sledgehammer if I had to compare it to anything. I loved everything about her: her voice, her hair, her eyes, her mouth... After our first practice at her place, I walked home with the guys and told them about this crazy idea I had. Sure the drummer didn’t go through with it but Loon did and that’s how we ended up with me on the PA system telling her to come meet me in the parking lot if she could hear my voice. For a few minutes after making a break out the window to the student lot I was starting to wonder if it was too frivolous. But there she was running up to me as I leaned against a lamp pole. And when she was close enough to me I asked her out then and there. Yeh I know it’s silly and I know most of the school was annoyed by my antics. Our first date was spent in detention and there was no funny business allowed as Loon was there too equally disruptive as the rest of us.

Throughout our relationship we were always there for eachother. I was there for her when she had to go through her treatments and I always knew she (along with her mother) wouldn’t mind if I crashed at their place after getting in a fight with one of my (many) foster parents. Contrary to popular belief we never slept together. I’m not going to proclaim I’m a saint because I’d slept around with a few other girls before her. In a way I regret it but there isn’t much I can do about that now is there? Why didn’t we ever do the horizontal tango? Well in truth it was both our ideas, but more so Schaefer’s. She didn’t want to and I respected her decision enough to not push the subject. If she wanted to and it was time we would, but till then simply kissing each other sufficed enough. Most of the time we challenged each other to outdo one another at both our different skills. I guess that is how I ended up leaving. At the end of highschool, I was asked if I wanted to join a big pop band on the rise. I had sent a few demo tracks of the band in to a major label to see if they’d hire the Troubled on Tuesday band as a whole package. It turns out they were making a band and the previous bassist declined the offer and Troubled on Tuesday was a good band, but their bass player was what they needed. I had debated over the offer for a few good weeks. I hadn’t sent out any college applications so there was no way I was going to one. And I needed more cash so I could support Schaefer if I wanted to marry her. Yes you read right. Marry. I know I’m such a jerk needing more money to pay for an apartment, an engagement ring (which I did purchase), and for all her appointments. I just can’t make that money on the salary Troubled on Tuesday was making a couple hundred dollars a gig wasn’t going to cut it if I wanted to marry this girl I’d fallen madly in love for.

I called the record company up the day before I decided to tell the whole band. I was promised an early bonus and arrangements would be made if I wanted to have an apartment in New York so I could live near Schaefer while she went to Juilliard. Heck I was so excited! I even thought of quitting drugs if that says anything! Yeh, no more drugs and I’d live a perfectly sober life minus a cigarette now and again. I was so stoked to tell her and the rest of my band. One because I figured it’d be cool if I asked her to marry me in front of our old band. Besides with her going to Juilliard and me going to Glass Advisor I assumed it was the end of Trouble on Tuesday’s story. Well I guess completely wrong and all it was the other end of the spectrum. We both said we had big news at the same time but she told me to go first. And I did. I told her I was leaving for New York to join a new pop band on the rise. But before I could even pull the ring out of my pocket she went off on me we got in a fight her throwing things at me and the usual Hollywood break-up scene like from out of the movies. I wasn’t going to have it. I hate fighting. I can’t stand any form of it controversy it drives me off the wall batty. I ended up calling off my idea of marrying her. I never explained my actions to any of my old bandmates… I’d been tempted to call up the drummer and ask for advice. But shrugged it off and if I did call him up it was just to wish someone a birthday or something insignificant like that. I said my goodbye to my old life on plane ride over the train station and headed off to New York to meet up with the rest of the people I’d be in the band with and trust me they are probably the oddest group of individuals (not that I can talk).

For a pop band we don’t really look the part.. At least me and the drummer don’t with our tats and piercings. Merri-Jo and Lewy both talk like sailors cussing up a storm every five seconds. Lewy has a different girl on his arm every time you turn around. If anything the normal one in the band is Dillon. I forfeit the ‘Normal’ contest since drugs have become more of a crutch for life than ever. After the breakup with Schaefer, I turn to them more often. You might not understand but maybe it was the world being pissed at me for being generally happy. A guy like me isn’t allowed to be happy with a birth mother like I had. My life was doomed from the start. I was never supposed to be happy. Happiness is a rare quantity that only a few people are allowed to have. I hope Schaefer has a good life, and if she dies in somebody else’s arms I’ll have to live with that. I’ll try and be happy for her if it’s with or without me around. I’m sure she’d be disappointed to find out about my little habit now. But I can’t turn back. I’m far from ever getting better and it’s just the way it’s going to be. And as sad as it sounds to you I’ve remained single since the breakup, no one night stands or anything.. Just me and my drugs..


ℓιкεs «
» Schaefer.
» Drugs & Booze.
» Cigarettes.
» Being Mellow/High/Inebriated.
» My Bass Guitar.
» Having Just Enough Money.
» Old ‘90s Kid Shows.
» Snow.

∂ιsℓιкεs «
» Addictions.
» Warm Beer.
» Regrets.
» My Actions.
» Foster Homes.
» Dreams.
» Controversy.
» Nuts.

α вιя∂ sαι∂ «
»I screw up everything good in my life.
&&
I have a drug and alcohol problem and don’t feel like quitting.
&&
I still love the one girl that ever gave a damn about me in life.

α ωιsε мαη тσℓ∂ мε «
»
Chemicals – Armor for Sleep
‘They'll point all their fingers at me and say,
"Where are your drugs?"
"Today we need them."’

Easy Way Out – The Pink Spiders
‘I'm just another substance abuser, but baby I'm the future.
And I know there's no easy way out!
I've got nothing but problems and habits,
Shifting through the static.
But baby there's no easy way out.’

If You Can’t Live Without Me, Why Aren’t You Dead Yet? – Mayday Parade
‘What's holding me back is the thought of time we never had,
My world's hanging by 'three words' that I can’t bear to say…’

Poetically Pathetic – Amber Pacific
‘Whatever you say is alright,
Just as long as there's no doubt.
Could you look me in the eye,
And say hopes died?’

We Don’t Have to Look Back Now – Puddle of Mudd
‘I'm so much like you,
Caught in a moment, coming unglued.
In a world so big, it's not easy to choose,
Which path to take, which pawn to move?’

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♪ rajio_obake ♪

[rajio_obake]

Kιck off yoυя sтιleттos and fυck me ιn тhe backseaт.


ιηтяσ∂υcιηg _ Lewy

тнεч cαℓℓ мε «
» Lewis Constantine Taylor.

ι вεℓιεvε ι'м «
»twenty-four.

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» February twenty-first.

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» ladie’s man.

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» ladies FTW!

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» Glass Advisor.

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» I’m damn sexy! Fuch yah!.. It’s Nucking Futs! Okay so I’m just taking this moment to show you my awesome catch phrases.. Cause I’m just that awesome.. Anyway I’m either five eleven or six foot-ish.. I wouldn’t know I don’t care about my exact height or weight, I don’t even know what I weigh except for the fact I have a sex pack!.. Six pack… I have a six pack… Anyway I have raven hair only dyed it once just so it had that fresh look to it. If it’s not straightened, it’s teased to give it that gun shot look to the back of the head. Yeh I know you’re jealous your hairs not as flawless as mine, its okay I understand. I do sport the chin-stubble from time to time nothing wrong with that from what I’ve heard from the ladies it gives me ‘Smexy Points’ or something odd like that… I have a tattoo of lightning bolts and a music note of my left wrist, I drew the design uhuh I know I’m awesome I drew my own tat not like the rest of my bandmates can say that. I have the right side of my lower lip pierced, nothing else odd right? Nah, I don’t want the ladies to be distracted by a huge chest or body tat when I throw my shirt into the crowd is all I want them looking at my… sex/six pack after all. I always wear a necklace with a guitar pick on it just incase I’m ever asked to show of my skills for the ladies and don’t have a pick in my pocket to use. Mhm I’m just that cool.

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» I’m so cocky, I have a c**k… Okay that was a little uncalled for but you know you just gotta get used to that around me. I speak first think later. Except when it comes to the ladies, I understand the fine art of wooing them more than most men ever could. I don’t care if my attitude annoys people I’m fine with it so they should be too! I’m always right and never wrong that’s just how the world works… If I feel the need to cuss up a storm I will and have no cares afterwards. If people feel insulted around me they just need to but out and get a life. Because seriously I have mine and it’s awesome! I don’t know what else to say… I’m kinda more in love with the feeling of sex than the fact that everyone who claims they want to do it because they ‘love’ the person. Who cares if you have feelings for the other or not! If the girls have a hot body that’s all that matters. I have a competitive personality when it all comes down to it. Whether it be video games or something totally different in general. I can’t lose that’s just not an option for me I have to be the best that’s all there is to it. I don’t care if you’re all that I’ll take you down that’s that! I don’t know why but I like when all eyes are on me it’s just nice knowing people are looking at me for me… or at least the image of me they presume I am.

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My parents were business partners. My mother was having an affair at the time and my father had suffered an ugly divorce. I should probably mention my mother was married to a man twice her age and during her affair; her over sixty year old man wasn’t doing much in the sexual freestyle so she turned to my father instead. To say I was conceived out of wedlock though… That’s a lie. My Mother’s first husband died in a car accident. She and my father were married in Las Vegas, and it wasn’t till a year later I came to be.. Oh and on their trip to Vegas, my father just happened to win the slots and that was the spur of the moment thing that made the two decide to get married. He had a ton of money, and as they say ‘Money buys you Happiness’ and it’s certainly true for my mother and father. The two are happy beyond words. Now that they don’t have to sneak around to be lovey-dovey to the other they do it all the time. Sometimes it got so bad at the diner table I’d just dismiss myself. I came out completely normal and am the only child my parents decided to have. So yep that makes me an only child. And since I hate kids it all works out for the better.

My childhood isn’t very interesting… I had a ton of friends sure, but with my parents always away on business trips, I was left home with the au piers. Oh, how I hated them. Not the women themselves but they always tried to contain me and it bothered me to no end. I tried to do everything I could to get them to leave and stay away, but my parents had enough money to keep them coming… And keep them coming they did… I think I caused the ladies more trouble than what there money was worth. I doodled on the walls, lit sparklers in the house, Left the stove on, spilt water in their shoes, super glued them to seats.. Yep I was an au piers nanny, I’ll bet you a few hundred bucks Super Nanny wouldn’t be able to fix the mess that was me back then. My parents stopped au piers when I was in middle school and could fend for myself. Also in middle school I learned to love the ladies. One time I was dating five girls at the same time, of course the relationship always ended shortly. I knew how to have a good time, and if you have been wondering... I lost my virginity at thirteen to a girl with big boobs. It was her idea though, not mine. But it was fun and felt good, and I was hooked like that. I guess that is how I ended up loving it so much… However I have recently began to hear word from a little birdie that someone in my band, not saying who, that has a girlfriend (well gee that narrows it down) is a little jealous of me and my debonair happy self.

Now if you’re wondering how a guy like me ended up in a band? Well one I’m a kick a** guitar player. And Two, I wasn’t going to join an underground band and work my way up. Nope. With my parents as advertising directors I was able to get them to pull a few strings for me with one of their partners (a record label) and that’s how I ended up in Glass Advisor. I find us to be a great band… The drummer is meh… The bassist seems like a sociopath and I wouldn’t be surprised if he was related to Dexter Morgan… I don’t care if he’s a made up character, but Buck sure acts like he is related to the other… Merri-Jo might be the only one I can stand, but then again we think alike… And because we think alike I view her as a younger sister of sorts. Because she basically is.. Since getting in the band I have been able to sleep around to my hearts content. However the one boner-killer I’ve been with is this chick Jaime, I met her at a bar sweet talked. We went back to my place, made out for a bit a took a bathroom break to psyche myself up and grab a condom (don’t want any mini-mes roaming the Earth now do we). I come back and she’s gone along with my wallet… If it wasn’t against the law (and the fact she’s a girl) I’d strangle her… Yep.. Sure I would. Do you know how goddamn annoying it is too get all that s**t replaced?! NO!! You don’t you’ve never had your identity stolen like I have… That b***h is lucky she’s alive.. I run into her… alone… in a dark alley… I’ll…

I’ll stop there. Thanks for listenin come to an after party bye!

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»Sex.
»Women.
»Porn.
»Guitar.
»Being Famous.
»Money.
»Night Clubs.
»Video Games.
»Chat Speak/Emoticons.

∂ιsℓιкεs «
»Talk of Abstinence.
»Love.
»Children.
»Morals.
»Gold-diggers. (My Money >;[ )
»Killjoys.
»Clingy Chicks.
»Losing any Competition in General.
»Girls Who Can’t Cook.

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»I just wanna get laid… Wait that’s not a secret… Never Mind ^-^

Though… >.> If I run into this one chick, she might be found in a dumpster…

<,< Said chick is dating my friend and I don’t want to tell him what a ******** she is…

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Fscene8 – The Medic Driod
‘I'm laughing at this battle,
Watching boys and girls play games.
I watch you as you slowly falter,
And how you strive for any status at all!’

Get Crunk – brokenCYDE
‘You got all these fυckin hoes all up in my face.
Shut the ******** up with that s**t!
Lets put your motha fυckin crowns up.’

I Almost Told You That I Love You – Papa Roach
‘I hate to say it but it has to be said,
You look so fragile as I fυck with your head!
I know it shouldn’t but it’s getting me on…’

The Sinful Bliss – Thee Armada
‘Talk to me and whisper every dirty secret,
That you want to do to me, that I’ll do to you…’

Untitled – Riverside Drive
‘Fact; undressing for me,
Darling we’ll press against sheets,
This is what you’ll receive from me,
I’ll slow down if I’m moving to fast,
You won’t last, you won’t last…’

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♪ rajio_obake ♪

[rajio_obake]

Fine-Arts
‘Smile for the camera and put on a show for the viewers.’


The Actress ;; OPEN ;; username
Back in high school this girl had always had wanted to be an actress. Not to mention her and her boyfriend, the Dreamer, were the envy of most other couples at their school.. That was until she cheated on the Dreamer with the Dealer at the time she blamed his drugs for the reason.. That may have been the case had it only been once, but she had gone back to the Dealer for more than just his drugs more than just one time. At the eventful end of school year party thrown by none other than the Queen-Bee she admitted to the Dreamer about her tryst with the Dealer in private. Neither wanted their friends to find out so they kept it to themselves. They continued to date after that and it was obvious the relationship wasn’t as it once was. She likes to convince herself that nothing changed between her and her boyfriend. After high school she got accepted to Julliard and on top of that got the lead role in an upcoming Indie movie. Sure it isn’t the big screen, but it will at least get her name out there. Unfortunately, this means she doesn't really have time for her social life and doesn't really spend a lot of time with the Dreamer as much as she’d want to. They share a small apartment together to split the rent and save some cash… She’s worried that she still may have some feelings for the Dealer but the only person who knows is her best friends the Songbird. She just fears the Paparazzi might find out and she’ll never hear the end of it.

The Band Geek ;; Reserved ;; xAscoldrainfalls
After coming out of the closet in middle school he was always mercilessly teased and bullied about it. As much as he’d like to admit it was only just a bit… That’d be a lie. He came home at least once a week with a new bruise, cut, broken spirit thanks to the Football-Star and the Weightlifter. Having the Songbird stick up for him all the time didn’t help either. Don’t get him wrong he loved his friend; it’s just that she always seemed to make the situation worse than it started out. He had a crush on the Writer, but to his knowledge the other male was straight so he didn’t push it. He was taken aback at the end of year party when the Football-Star dragged him away from his friends and threatened him to kiss the Writer or get beaten to a pulp… And as much as he wanted to kiss the other male. He didn’t want to do it in front of the whole school and have the Writer hate him afterwards. Of course the Songbird came to rescue him, but she became part of the plot when the Football-Star kissed her to prove how easy it is. After that incident the only thing he could think to do was kiss the Writer and that’s just what he did. The Foreigner stood up for him, too, that day. Afterwards the Foreigner also took the Band Geek to the gym with him to try and boost his self-confidence. The Band Geekthought they were close friends and had no clue about the plot to beat him up. He started dating the Writer and to him everything’s been going just fine and he sees no problem in the relationship. He’s still a Band Geek true to his name and plays in the college band for games and competitions.

The Former Child Star ;; OPEN ;; username
She used to be famous; she used to have it all… But that was before she hit puberty. Everyone knew her face, but suddenly she’s become just like everyone else. The Paparazzi doesn’t even recgonize her on the streets. It’s eating away at her the fame she once knew, it makes no sense to her that her old time friend the Rockstar blew up just as she came crashing down. She clings to him and follows him around to the latest parties hoping someone will recognize her face. She even uses the Rockstar for his money and may sneak a few hundred dollars from his wallet when he’s not looking. It all helps in her scheme of getting back to the top. She is attending Julliard now hoping that it will all be worth it though she feels like it’s a complete waste of time. She met the Actress when they auditioned for the same part in an upcoming film, sad to say but the Actress got the role instead of her. You could say that’s what made her want to use that girl as a vessel for all her hate to be channeled. Sure she befriended the Actress but the girl took her role, HERS! She knows she can’t get it back and will just have to wait for the next movie audition to come up. While on set at the studio the Actress introduced her to her boyfriend, the Dreamer. She was blown away, how could a girl like her get a man like that?! She finds the Dreamer attractive beyond words and has somewhat followed him you could say… Well at least enough to find out he worships her friend the Rockstar.. She plans to use her friend once more to help her out.

The Songbird ;; OPEN ;; username
She was always a headstrong girl, sticking up for her friend the Band Geek whenever the jocks decided to bully him. Sure she’d get ridiculed afterwards. But it was nothing she couldn’t handle… The Songbird has a rough exterior and only let a few people get really close to her back in high school. She may have been classified as a loner if it wasn’t for her ability to sing and write lyrics. Sometimes the lyrics are as goofy as meeting a guy in an electronics store, others there as serious as when her parents divorced. It may sound odd but she had a crush on two completely different people… The Football-Star and the Teachers Pet. One she loved for his cocky, ‘Do whatever I want’ attitude, not to mention he has the looks too. The other she loved for the innocent, sincerity about him. At the end of year party when the Band Geek and Writer were getting made fun of she went to stand up for them only to be taken aback when she was kissed by Football-Star, the inebriated Teachers Pet kissed her afterwards… But it didn’t seem the same. After the party she got the courage to talk to the Teachers Pet. He asked her out a few months later and she said yes. She has a recording deal and her manager thinks she needs to dirty up her image to get her name out there. What her manager doesn’t know that she had a chance meeting with the Football-Star and already did that. She even stood the Teachers Pet up too. And while her friend the Actress understands how she feels about her relationship… The Songbird is having a hard time trying to decide which man she loves more..


Preppy Girls
‘Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention.’


The Cheerleader ;; Taken ;; midgetminion
The average ditzy girl. She was, back in highschool. She was dating the ‘hunk’ but he wasn’t giving her the attention she deserved… At least that’s what she thought of the situation at the time. At a random encounter at the end of year party she ran into the Loser who asked her out, sure most thought the relationship wouldn’t make it past day two… But it did and he was sweet she’d give him that but after awhile it just didn’t feel like it used to. She claims she broke up with him to focus on her career so she could make all the try-outs scheduled. In truth it was because she simply lost interest in him and couldn’t find a way of telling him without coming off as rude and she didn’t want to do that. Out of all her other ‘Prep’ friends she’s hands down without a doubt closest to the Slut. Sure she doesn’t think what the Slut does is safe, so to say, but she isn’t going to tell her friend to stop doing what she loves. That be like someone telling her to quit being a Cheerleader. Plus the porno industry is safer than prostituting right? At college she cheers for the football team and basketball. It’s there she still finds the time to flirt with all the jocks like she’s used to, she does have a thing for all the jocks and wouldn’t mind dating the latest jock she met, the Dare-Devil, he has a bad boy streak just the way she likes it the only problem is he seems to be more interested in the Original more than her and it makes no sense..

The Princess ;; Taken ;; mokiepuppymaster
The girl who was a year behind the rest and the one most thought didn’t have a backbone because of how much she faithfully followed the Queen-Bee… After the Queen-Bee along with the rest of the senior class graduated, she actually stood up for herself and ruled the school with an iron fist. Some would say better than the Queen-Bee ever could. She enjoyed every minute of it and even had her own little ‘princess’ she taught to follow in her footsteps. So when she got to college with a new outlook on life ready to handle herself… You could say she was a little shocked when she ended up back at square one behind the Queen-Bee’s footsteps. Something that had been left out though was that she had started dating the Smoker after the Scene broke up with him over a misunderstanding at the Queen-Bee’s party (That was held at HER house) a few years back… They dated for about a year before they broke up on amicable terms, she moved onto the Dealer. The two had slept together countless times in highschool, but were never an ‘Official’ couple till later. After a while she realized he was only interested in the sex, and promptly ended it. When she wanted to go back to the Smoker she found out he and the Scene were dating again and couldn’t help but feel like her world was crumbling… The only thing she didn’t expect was to run into him again and get asked out. Though it’s still recent she enjoys his companion; except when she found him passed out in her bathroom.. She called for an ambulance. He still hasn’t told her what happen but she worries about him still…

The Queen-Bee ;; Reserved ;; xAscoldrainfalls
If there is a rumor or a situation she knows about it… Or at least most of the time… Back when she was still dating the Football-Star she overlooked the fact she was sleeping around with her friend the Slut at the time. When she found out you can say she went more than a little overboard. Besides trashing his car, she kicked him and his friend, the Weightlifter, out of her party.. Of course this was all after they had ridiculed most of the party-goers. She also started dating the Party-Freak and made a rumor about the Slut having an STD or two. She likes to think that she matured from highschool, not being as trusting as she once was. But that would be her opinion at best as her personality really hasn’t changed. She is still the cold, heartless, conniving plastic, that she was known for back in highschool. She had given the okay on the Cheerleader and the Loser’s relationship only because she thought the Loser was settling for someone as close to the Queen-Bee as he could… After graduation she went into the modeling business. After a year with the Party-Freak she broke up with her claiming that lifestyle wasn’t for her. It was a pretty harsh break up but she bounced back from it, she currently has her eyes on her co-model, the Foreigner… But it be a lie to say she doesn’t have feelings, mostly of lust, towards the Dare-Devil… He’s just so daring and handsome, the only thing she’s yet to figure out is that he is related to that Loser she demeaned every now and again… Oh well. She’s glad to have her Princess back and she’s, somewhat, forgiven the Slut only because she came out and admitted what she did.

The Slut ;; Taken ;; mokiepuppymaster
Word spreads fast when you become the talk of the town. Yes she was and is a Slut but she never found anything wrong with that. Her looks rivaled that of the Queen-Bee herself. The Slut tends to think that the Queen-Bee is just jealous of her at times. After all it makes sense, she is the more levelheaded of the two and would never be one to overreact like the Queen-Bee had. She understood full well what her and the Football-Star were doing behind her friend’s back. She believes they handled it as mature as a businessman and his secretary. Kinky, yes, but that’s her middle name. After the STD rumor no one wanted to touch her gorgeous figure and without the fix of sexual pleasure she had to find something else to fill the void and that’s where the drugs came into play, late night she stumbled across the Dealer in a parking lot and found him doing his… thing. She offered him a service of her own and got a few free samples. At the time she saw nothing wrong with it. It was just something she was going to do for time being till the little STD issue blew over. The only thing was she didn’t anticipate for the ‘time being’ to become as long as it did. And it wasn’t long till she found herself hammered out of her mind at the Dealer’s place… Well the first thing she was going to do before she died was tell the Queen-Bee the truth, sure she didn’t want to yet she wanted a clear conscious when she passed on. To her relief, or dismay, she didn’t die… Though she did lay off the drugs with the assurance of the Cheerleader to have her back. Since highschool is over she’s been testing the waters of the porno industry, she’s done a few centerfolds big surprise. And is planning on releasing a video with the Rockstar co-staring in it in the next month or so… They should get to rehearsing.


Kreative Kids
‘In some ways I’m right where I should be.’


The Original ;; OPEN ;; username
If you thought the Queen-Bee had come up with her own fashion trends, you were wrong. The Original always started the wearing the latest clothes weeks before they debuted on the Paris runway.. The only issue is that since she wasn’t popular, nor was she a social outcast she was just sort of ‘There’. So if the Queen-Bee copied her style here and there no one except her friends would notice. She didn’t let it get her down though; it just inspired her to make more designer outfits. Love was always the furthest from her mind, but when the Skater asked her on a date from out of nowhere. She decided to give love a chance. Sure she’d seen everyone else’s relationships in highschool and deemed it frivolous and pointless. But dating the Skater she learned to let loose now and again and fell head over heals for him. She had told this a few times to her best friend, the Writer, each time he just gave her more encouragement to keep the relationship going… The only problem was the Skater didn’t graduate the same time she did because he’d been held back a year… She wanted to continue the relationship, but with her moving and him staying, she didn’t even want to risk a long distance relationship so she ended it a month after the school ended. It was more than obvious to her friends that it wasn’t the distance that caused her to break up, but the fact she was afraid of falling in love. It didn’t help she entered a contest ‘Marry a Rockstar’ she convinced herself she needed the money for her business more than the man that came with it. Had the Skater not crashed it, the marriage may have occurred. She ran off with him and promised she’d never let her love slip away again… It doesn’t help that her new business causes her to feel distant from her friends, and boyfriend. Not to mention his rival in the X-Games, the Dare-Devil stops by her shop more and more.. Maybe it’s all in her head.

The Scene ;; OPEN ;; username
This girl used to be close play ground friends with the Queen-Bee you may or may not be able to guess it from the way they act around each other. She always felt jilted when she didn’t become the ‘Scene-Queen’ of school. There was a time when she debated dating a ‘Jock’ to see if she could get her old friends ‘Prep’ status but the Football-Star was taken and the Weightlifter turned her down like she wasn’t good enough for him. With no other jocks to turn to at the time she settled for Smoker. Don’t get her wrong the Smoker’s not a bad guy and he has his own ‘In’ crowd status that helps her. But she became a bit too possessive of him as time went on.. Any girl that dared say ‘Hello’ to him in a tone that sounded the least bit flirty she’d go off on them till they ran away crying. Even the Smoker’s female friends, the Druggie and Party-Freak weren’t spared from the Scene’s… well scene. Like her old friend she tends to take a situation and make it worse than how it started. When she saw the Smoker and the Princess talking at the end of year party she went off and threw a few punches at the girl. As the Smoker pulled her of the girl she started yelling at him and wouldn’t even wait for a reason before she ran off. With the arrival of the Foreigner she couldn’t pass up the chance to date a jock and they lasted a good while… That was till she heard the Smoker and Princess broke up. She dumped the Foreigner and ran back to the Smoker. The only problem is just as she broke up with the Foreigner and got with the Smoker she ended up pregnant.. She has no clue who the baby’s daddy is, she’d like to think it’s the Smoker.. She hasn’t come out and told anyone she’s pregnant, but it’s getting hard to hide the four month bump. It doesn’t help that her mood swings caused her to flip on the Smoker once more, has he left her for good this time?

The Skater ;; Taken ;; rajio_obake
This boy is a nutcase… Not that he lets it show. The reason he was held back was because of a stunt he pulled back in middle school. He may’ve broken a law or two but if it isn’t on his file he won’t admit to it. Skating around one day after school, he skated into the Original sure he didn’t know the girl but he couldn’t pass up the chance to let a girl like her go. So on a whim he asked her out on a date… Sure it wasn’t the most romantic of places, a monster truck rally to be exact, but she seemed like she had a good time and he had a great time with her. As time went on their friends seemed to form a clique of its own, and back in highschool they were all real close. But as they all left and moved on everything started to slip away from him, the Original broke up with him, the Scene only texted him when it was a convenience to her (7 times to be exact)… and the Writer? Well in truth he had to thank the guy because if the Writer hadn’t told him the Original was getting married to the Rockstar he wouldn’t have crashed the wedding… As romantic as crashing a wedding may sound, a fact that had been left out was he was drunk. He developed a drinking problem after feeling like he was standing still as the rest of the world went on moving without him. Now he doesn’t drink often as he did when the Original left him, but every now and again. He’s learned to hold his liquor if that means anything. The Skater didn’t apply to any colleges and is relying on his skating competitions to make ends meet. Sure he’s been doing good so far and is signed up for the X-games in a few months but with the arrival of the Dare-Devil he’s been under more stress than ever and its starting to put a strain on more than just his gaming. Even the Paparazzi has been hounding him for a story on the Rockstar. The Skater wishes this would all blow over already.

The Writer ;; Taken ;; midgetminion
In highschool this male was so far in the closet he was chilling with Aslan in Narnia. Okay not literally, but you get the point. The Writer decided he was going to stay that way till he was out of highschool because he saw how the jocks treated the Band Geek and as much as he had a crush on the other at the time he didn’t want to be beaten to a pulp every time he walked past a meathead in the hallways. He had a page in the gossip column and was the first to write a column up on what happened between the Football-Star and the Queen-Bee. It was one of his most stressful articles to write for but he was able to get it done before the next issue of the school paper came out. At the end of year party he was yanked away from the spiked punch by the Weightlifter where he was told by the Football-Star he was either going to have to kiss the Band Geek or be beat up.. He was a little tipsy from punch so when he did get kissed it caught him off guard in a good way. He stayed in his closet for a while before coming out to the Original her reaction was a little… Unexpected… Okay she acted completely the same as she always had, he told the rest of his friends before he graduated but only them.. It wasn’t till college when he ran into the Band Geek, (who wanted to apologize for the kiss), did he come out. The year they’ve been together has been a good one, but it seems like things just aren’t the same. And after the stunt the Original pulled on the Skater, almost getting married to a Rockstar, he’s had some puzzling thoughts about love. He is working currently working on a novel while juggling his internship at the New York Times.


Nerds
‘Take Note: You plus me, equals chemistry.’


The Dreamer ;; Taken ;; mokiepuppymaster
As you may have heard he was dating the Actress and still has been. His senior year he decided he wanted to take it to the next level. He bought an engagement ring and planned on asking her to marry him when they were alone in one of the rooms at the party. He just didn’t plan on her confessing to cheating on him instead... with the Dealer no less. At least she could’ve cheated on him with someone that had some class… He didn’t ask her to marry him like he planned, but he didn’t break up with her either being smart he came up with the idea of trying to make it work out… She did promise she wouldn’t do it again and he was going to give her the benefit of the doubt on that subject. Though they promised to never tell there friends, he did tell Teachers Pet figuring it be just a guy thing. Plus he knew his friend was dating the Actress’s best friend (Songbird) and the Dreamer figured it was just something he needed to get off his chest… The Dreamer doesn’t know what he’d do if he ever saw the Dealer again, he’s had thoughts cross his mind of killing the other and as much as he’d like to think of that as being too extreme for him to do. The Dreamer can’t say for certain. While working towards being a doctor his schedule has been tightly jam packed. He gets a few times to see the Actress on set and that’s how he met the Former Child Star she seems nice though he can’t really recall her movies, not to mention she knows the Rockstar and promised to get him his own private meeting with the other, too. He figures meeting his idol is just the thing he needs to perk him up.

The Overachiever ;; Taken ;; mokiepuppymaster
A bookworm through and through, she never let anything or anyone get in the way of her work. It’s ‘work first then play’ for this girl. Back in highschool most people assumed the Overachiever was asexual from the fact she didn’t show interest in anyone in the four years she attended. But hey! Just because she didn’t have any attraction towards her peers didn’t mean she didn’t have friends. She was a nerd and was close friends with the Dreamer, Teachers Pet, and the Tomboy. Out of all in the group though she had a bit of a rivalry with the Teachers Pet he always seemed to get a grade higher than her and it never made since, she worked hard and studied more than him but he still seemed to do better. Sure there were an equal amount of times she beat him, but the Overachiever overlooked them as she’d rather focus on her failures rather than her successes to push herself to do better. Near the end of the year the Tomboy convinced her to go to a highschool party for once in her life, at least, before she graduated… She went… And got wasted, she didn’t think of it at the time but after the Teachers Pet kissed the Songbird her state figured he beat her at a first kiss too so to make it even she kissed him. She’s certain the only reason she did that was because she was drunk. And now that she’s grown up her biological clock has been catching up to her. She keeps thinking she might actual ‘like’ the Teachers Pet but he’s in a relationship with the Songbird so how could she? It didn’t help that she was once again a tad-drunk at a club when she ran into him, turns out the Songbird stood him up. Well they started dancing, one drink led to another, and she woke up half dressed in his apartment. The catch? Both are still virgins and simply think the act occurred neither knows the truth but both are more than just a little confused right now.

The Teachers Pet ;; Taken ;; rajio_obake
Yes, he was still a Teachers Pet, but he couldn’t help it though with his family watching behind his back every step him of the way he had to get good grades… And a sly little miniscule part of him thought that if he was overly nice and polite to teachers they’d find it too hard to fail him. It did work and he did get the benefits of being a Teachers Pet… And the few downfalls that came from being one too, like no one respecting him for example. It was okay though he got used to it plus he did have some friends. His best friend at the time being the Dreamer though with their conflicting schedules nowadays you wouldn’t notice. It was no secret to his friend that he and the Overachiever were always trying to outdo eachother. The Teachers Pet saw nothing wrong with it since it was intellectually stimulating to say the least. And despite the homosexual rumors in highschool he actually had a crush on the Songbird for more than just her voice. At a party he attended due to some persuading on Dreamer and Tomboy’s part he went to the end of year party and ended up getting plastered to the point of having drunken hick-ups.. After he saw the Songbird kissed by the Football-Star he figured ‘What the Hey’ and went up and kissed her too. He just didn’t plan on the Overachiever kissing him. The two friends brushed the kiss off as nothing, but the Songbird started talking to him and he got the courage to ask her out. Though it’s recent he has fallen so far down for her, so he was more than just ‘crushed’ when she stood him up. He went to a club that the Tomboy invited him to where he ran into the Overachiever and told her about what the Songbird did. He asked if she wanted to dance with him, but he ended up getting so drunk he forgot most of what happened last night, excluding the part where he woke up next to the Overachiever. Sure nothing went down, but he doesn’t know this nor does he know what to do.. And what about the Songbird?

The Tomboy ;; Taken ;; midgetminion
This girl’s rough around the edges at times, but they say you can find the soft spot in everything right? Well good luck with the Tomboy. She didn’t have many friends there for a while till she was partnered up for the school science fair freshman year with the Overachiever. The Tomboy is smart on her own, not that it’s the first thing you’ll notice if you’ve ever met her. She made friends with the nerds and didn’t care what flack she got from the rest of the school. Cliques are so elementary school to her. She (playfully) teased the Overachiever and the Teachers Pet when it came to how serious the two were about getting the highest grades, she wasn’t making fun of the two she just found it amusing. The one thing she couldn’t stand in highschool was the gossip about her not being able to get a date because she was too much like a guy that the male population of the school avoided her like the plague. What most of those girls didn’t know was she was dating the Weightlifter the two of them just didn’t want it public for their own reasons. Hers being she didn’t want the attention it was sure to attract if word got out. They hid their secret relationship pretty well till Prom night when some dense chicks were hitting on the Weightlifter she went over there was called a ‘Lezbo’ and blurted out she was dating him. It took most of the school by storm and though the Football-Star kept telling her she was lying she had the last laugh when the Weightlifter confirmed what she had said. After graduation, she went off to work for the marines. She’s been gone for a while and though they promised to keep a long distance relationship she’s still wondering if the Weightlifter has been faithful the entire time. It’s not that she doesn’t trust him, it’s just with a best friend like the Football-Star you can never know.

[rajio_obake]

The ‘In’ Crowd
‘Turn up the stereo, live it up and let go!’

The Dealer ;; OPEN ;; username
This guy used to be the town, let alone the school’s, Dealer. If you had the money he had your fix. Sometimes he’d haggle for a lower price as long as it meant he could get into your pants. The only person he slept with but didn’t give drugs to was the Princess he figured she was just lonely at night and wanted someone to hold. Hey he wasn’t gonna fuss! He’s a competitive guy at heart so when he snuck into the Dreamer’s locker and found the ring, well he had to ruin the couple’s happiness what only made it easier was the Actresscame to him for drugs willingly at the time. He offered his usual discount and the Actress took him up on the offer. They had a few more flings before she stopped coming to him all together. He was disappointed about this but didn’t let it get him bother him. Nope, it was just business no feelings attached. So when he was dating the Princess that was all business too. He could careless that she broke up with him, he was cheating on her the whole time sleeping with the Slut and the Druggie.. Sure he’s been friends since forever with the Druggie but he can’t see them as a couple it’s just unfathomable. If anything they’re just comfort buddies. Now that the Actress’s career is on the rise he’s been wanting to sleep with her again, even if it’s just for the rush. The only problem is he can’t find a way to get close enough to her. He’s started selling to the Rockstar and is tempted to give the male a freebie if the Rockstar can get the Dealer on the set of her new movie. He’s already been to juvy and isn’t afraid to go to jail if worse comes to worse. He has enough connections to pay bail for him if need be.

The Druggie ;; Taken ;; ClownsEatSmallChildren
If this girl’s eyes weren’t dilated you had a problem. She was always getting high behind the bleachers with her friends. But it wasn’t just pot, oh no this girl has done it all. Be it cociane, herione, bongs, joints, pills, moonshine, you name it she’s done it. And if she’s never heard of it she’ll give it a test drive to see if she’d like it. Since her best friend was the Dealer she always had the first pick of the litter whenever he got some more good stuff. Plus when she was high, or even when she wasn’t, she’d sleep with him. She didn’t know why.. But people compare sex to a drug, so it makes sense right? Well, never mind… She was close friends with the Smoker and couldn’t stand how the Scene treated him like some show-dog and the fact he didn’t seeme to care bothered her, the Druggie can’t say why it bothered her. She couldn’t have feelings for him after all… The Smoker couldn’t love a girl like her anyway, he prefers someone more prissy like the Princess. To the Druggie niether women were good enough for her friend simply because they didn’t treat the Smoker like a human, more like a toy for their own gain. Whether it was true or not, to her it was. You should know high or not the Druggie is a fabulous artist if she wanted to she could go to an art college. Yet being a tattoo artist seems more feesable, besides people say artist don’t make that much money anyway right? While everyone was at the end of year party she left early and feared she was pregnant or something. Luckily she wasn’t but the Druggie was a little more careful when it came to her late night activities. She doesn’t want to end up like those chicks who don’t know who the father is, that’s just scary.

The Party-Freak ;; OPEN ;; username
Just a tad under the fine line between eccentric and crazy. This girl was always a little out there back in highschool, she didn’t have to get high to say the randomest things she just did. The Party-Freak was never at her own house, most of the time she was at someone elses throwing a party or just being a party-goer. If she didn’t have any friends at the party she’d make some. The Party-Freak’s open personality make her extremely likeable, to females at least. The one issue the Party-Freak has with the world, is the guys… They’re all, or most of them, are so rude. She can’t stand male-humor; American Pie is the worst movie ever. A bit of a feminist bite to her, she simply can’t see herself marrying a man. Don’t get her wrong all males aren’t jerks, she is friends with the Smoker and Dealer. Though she can’t stand how the Dealer treats women. It’s not like he’s ever made a pass at her so she’ll let it slide. She had a thing for the Druggie but they were friends and she didn’t want to ruin that relationship so overtime it just became a sister-sister bond. She shares everything with the other female, even if she shouldn’t, the Party-Freak even told the Druggie about her crush on the the Queen-Bee she didn’t see anything wrong in it. It was the truth after all. And man was she happy when the Queen-Bee brokeup with the Football-Star and asked her out. She said yes and became a stand-in ‘King’ hell she even paid the Loser to rig the school Prom votes to make her ‘King’ pissing off the Football-Star and the school. It was wonderful being with the other female… So when it ended you can say she was more than devasted, she thought the Queen-Bee like partying it up with her on the weekend… She’s now on her own and interested in the night club business… Partying to forget her love life, she currently works as a bartender at night to pay off her community college fees.

The Smoker ;; Taken ;; rAinbow-FRO
This guy is bound to get some sort of lung cancer, he smokes it all. Cigarettes, cigars, weed you name it. He smokes it. Needles and coke lines aren’t his thing though, too iffy… If you take the time to forget about his bad habit, he’s basically the Prince Charming package. He’s sweet and caring and would rather breakup a fight than start it. He’s close friends with the Druggie and has never got why she never approves of the girls he’s dated… Not that he needs her approval, it’s just it would be nice to have it... Before he asked the Scene out they were started off friends in art class who sat next to eachother. Talking and flirting with her lead to something more and viola he asked the Scene on a date. He was always a bit too mellow to notice when she became over-protective off him, though he wasn’t too mellow to notice it at the end of year party. The Smoker was having a simple conversation with the Princess when the the Scene showed up and started to attack the Princess out of nowhere. He pulled the Scene off of the Princess but before he could even get a word out she screamed it was ‘Over’ and left him there dumbfounded. A week later he found out his ex was dating the Foreigner. Just for some companionship he started dating Princess. They were steady for a while but with her still in highschool and him in college both decided to hold off on anything serious for a while. The thing he didn’t see coming was the Scene showing up at his work begging to get back together with him. Maybe it’s because he was high, maybe it’s something entirely different but he took her back. Though a few nights ago she flipped on him again like she had in highschool, this time he wasn’t having it though, nope. He left and showed up at the Princess’s doorstep, truth be told she wasn’t his first choice… No his first choice was the Druggie but looking in through the window he saw her and the Dealer together and wanted no part in it. He’s spent a few days with Princess and one in a doctor’s office.. Why? Well he doesn’t want to comment.


Loners
‘I’m just a kid and life is a nightmare…’


The Florist ;; OPEN ;; username
This girl was homeschooled in another state while everyone else was in highschool… Actually the only thing that connects her to the old highschool group was that she used to have IM conversations with the Loser and play Xbox 360 games with him. She’s never ran into him since she came to New York simply because she’d find it creepy if she tried to meet someone she met over the web. So she has no clue that he’s closer than she thinks, she may’ve even talked to him a few times and not even noticed. She is basically a hippy, but without all the smoking and tye dye clothing (okay that’s a lie she does own tye dye clothes). She loves plants and animals, and is a real big softy. And if you were thinking it, yep she’s a vegan and fully against any form of animal cruelty. Pro-Peta all the way. She’ll even openly tell you how much people who eat hot dogs are murders. But killing people in a virtual game isn’t wrong to her…? She works as a Florist and though she’s only the co-manager she’s looking to get promoted to manager soon. The Florist is a sweet innocent flower, no lie, she’s still a virgin and her father was a preacher back home. People can find her kind of annoying though, because she always tried to nose into other people’s business. Maybe it’s insecurity that leads her to want to know whats going on, the only issue is everything she thinks she knows is wrong, except the Scene’s pregnancy that’s the only thing she certain about even if it is a pure guess… She isn’t going to say anything to the Smoker or Foreigner simply because she doesn’t want to hurt peoples feelings. Odd from a girl who wouldn’t mind telling you that disecting a frog is cruel. The Florist wishes she was better when it came to getting into peoples’ dirty laundry, she just doesn’t have the skills needed to do it though.

The Loser ;; Taken ;; mokiepuppymaster
This kid is so shy and socially inept that it’s kind of sad actually. Getting shoved in the corner or ignored all together is something he’s become used to since he was little. The few times people have tried to initiate a conversation with him, the Loser got so tongue-tied he started talking about the most recent video game he played last night. His closest friends are on the web, like the Florist for example. He owns comic books, Graphic Novels, old school N64 video games. People would confuse him for a nerd at times, but if they saw his grades they’d know other wise. The only class he wasn’t borderline failing was Computer Sciences, simply because it was a class on the computer rather than on a math theory or pointless poem. He had a crush on almost every girl at the time and ended up dating one of them too. The Loser ran into the Cheerleader at the end of year party and he doesn’t know how or why he did it but he asked her out, sure he liked the Queen-Bee more but the Cheerleader was at least showing some interest, it lasted a few months before it ended. He may have been the one person who didn’t go to prom after he rigged the votes for the Party-Freak. He stayed home incase they’d track his IP adress, not that the school did, as they say though ‘better safe than sorry’. He’s still a Loser, and felt like the biggest one when some one hacked his MMO game he was working on in his spare time. Whoever it was took all the credit for it. He wishes he had a way to prove he made it but sadly he doesn’t besides the demo version on his laptop. His cousin, the Dare-Devil, transferred in from another state and the Loser didn’t notice it till now but his cousins a Ladies Man almost as much as the Football-Star. His cousin promised to help the Loser out with his RL (real life) game and maybe even get him a date... The Loser hopes this works, it one of the few last resorst he has left.

The Rockstar ;; Taken ;; rajio_obake
He is your typical man whore and player, but in truth ‘Sex Addict’ is more like it. The Rockstar came from a very fortunate family... In short they won the lottery and that’s what spun the family into fame and fortune. When the Rockstar was younger (around seven or eight) he met the Former Child Star at a red carpet premiere. The two hit it off as good friends. The Former Child Star is probably the single female on this world he’s never slept with. He can’t never bring himself to because he sees her like an older sister… Yes older. Because the Former Child Star is far more mature of the dastardly duo. The Rockstar was tutored and along the way he started teaching himself to play guitar by ear. He got better at it and it wasn’t long till he put out an audition to start a band. Tell All Tuesday is his baby, if anyone dare criticizes his band he’ll get in a bar fight with the person. A tad aggressive when he’s not had his fix of drugs (or sex). The Rockstar has no trouble when it comes to finding a Dealer. At the moment he’s recording and new album with his band it’ll be their third studio album (not including EPs) and he wants the tracks to be perfect. The only distraction he had was his parents pulling a stunt on him that caused him to have a ‘WTF’ moment… When he was hungover his parents’ had the Rockstar sign some papers saying he agreed to marry whoever won a contest. Turns out the Original won by pure luck and the only loophole in the contract was if someone said the two couldn’t get married like in the movies. It was a private wedding a few select friends and family members allowed and his parents made sure no one on his side of the pews would mess up this marriage. The thing that took them all by surprise was the Skater the other male was a life saver, and in that brief moment of confusion the Rockstar snuck into the backseat of someone’s car, aka the Skater’s. After being silent in the backseat for two hours he asked if they could drop him off at his place. Recently he’s had this feeling every move he makes is being watched; he doesn’t know why it just does… He’s been asked for a lot of favors recently and would rather forget about them and focus on his porno that’s set to drop soon.

The Paparazzi ;; OPEN ;; username
Probably a little neglected as a child, the Paparazzi went to the rival school of everyone way back when. He took photos of all the football games, basketball, baseball, community festivals, you name it he’s shot it with his 35mm. As scary as it sounds he has a stalker edge. He’s followed around everyone at least once and knows some peoples schedules by heart (can’t be perfect). The Paparazzi is worse than the Florist when it comes to snooping in peoples business. He’ll go through their trash to get dirt on them that’s just how bad he is! If the Dreamer is simply a fan of the Rockstar, the Paparazzi is like the guy who killed John Lennon to preserve him… Yeh he’s that badly obsessed with the Rockstar. The Paparazzi knows the other male doesn’t have a clue what’s going on and he’s using it to his advantage… He signed up for the ‘Marry a Rockstar’ competition but was disqualified because of his gender. He found out what the Skater did and figured if he was able to make friends with the Skater he might be able to get close to the Rockstar. But the Skater keeps declining on a story, he’s tempted to try the Original to see if she’d know anything on the Rockstar’s whereabouts. The thing that has been bothering him latetly is there’s this girl, Former Child Star, who is always around the famous people he’s getting stories on. He doesn’t know who she is (suprising) but he is determined to find out who she is and why she’s always around the Actress, Songbird, and Rockstar.


Jock Tendencies
‘Three words you need to know: Gym, Tan, Laundry.’


The Dare-Devil ;; OPEN ;; username
Cocky should be this boy’s name but Dare-Devil is pretty close. The Dare-Devil is always right and never wrong, even when he’s wrong. He thinks too highly of himself, yet just because the Dare-Devil thinks he’s ‘all that’ doesn’t mean he forgets the little people. The Dare-Devil actually cares about his cousin the Loser… He just wishes his cousin wasn’t a total dork. Wild and mischievous, he can be found in many places. His favorite places being at a skate park and the poker tables. He takes life by the balls and runs with it... though; maybe he shouldn’t be betting so much. It’s his parents’ money so he doesn’t let it get to him though. But with his cousin’s hacker abilities he’s been tempted to teach the Loser to count cards… Tempted, but has yet to. Though he isn’t much of a Skater, he is a biker! He’s got a few gold medals to pride his ego, but speaking of the Skater well if the Dare-Devil could find a way to get rid of him and not get into any kinds of trouble, he would. Why? Besides the fact they’re rivals in the next X-Games, the Skater is just not a real man. The Dare-Devil may have tried to start a friendship with him at some point but the Skater shrugged the Dare-Devil off like he was trash. He doesn’t know why he let it get to him, but it did. And though he could get any prep or girl he wanted for that matter he just wants to screw with the Skater and what better way than becoming friends with the male’s girlfriend, Original, though he has no intent on dating her or getting into her pants. The Dare-Devil hopes she’ll break up with the Skater if he spreads a few lies about him around. He’s seen the way the Queen-Bee eyes him, but he also knows she teased his cousin (Loser) so he’s tempted to lead her on and drop her down. He doesn’t play football for the college but he does play baseball and that’s where he met the Foreigner after he transferred in. He doesn’t see anything wrong with the male, if anything the Foreigner may’ve been the only jock who didn’t tease his cousin so he respects the other more than the Football-Star and Weightlifter. The few words he’s had with the Cheerleader he’ll admit she’s cute, but she dated his cousin… So going after her seems a tad odd.

The Football-Star ;; Taken ;; midgetminion
Don’t try and insult the male by confusing ‘Soccer’ with ‘Football’. In his mind there is no better sport. He’s always been good at it, why do you think he’s called the Football-Star? Most people assume that going for a career in a sport with no back up plan makes you a dunce. That assumption is far from the truth when it comes to the sauve and calculating Football-Star. How do you think he got away with cheating on the Queen-Bee with the Slut? He devised a plan and stuck with it. If the Queen-Bee hadn’t pulled his phone out in the middle of their make-out scene he would’ve got away with it too. He didn’t care about how mad she was at time time she’d come crawling back to him sooner or later. At the end of the year party he watched the Queen-Bee make out with the Party-Freak and told the Weightlifter about it. He was stunned when the other male told him what the Queen-Bee was doing to his car. God did that piss him off, and the best way to relieve stress is pummel someone who better than the Band Geek. It was the Weightlifter’s plan to embarrass the Band Geek and Writer, but the Football-Star’s idea to bash there heads into the wall, not that they got to before the Queen-Bee threatened to call the cops on them… Oh well, at least he got to kiss the Songbird. He’s gone after his football career playing on the same team as his best friend and the Foreigner. The one thing he doesn’t get is why the Foreigner is trying to be buddy-buddy with them after defending the geeks… In all truth he can’t stand the other male. He doesn’t feel bad about all his one night stands and wouldn’t mind bragging about one, oh make that two, he had with the Songbird. Her boyfriend, the Teachers Pet, is not a threat in any way, shape, or form. Not even the Rockstar, who the Slut has bragged about sleeping with, is a threat. Since the Tomboy’s been away he’s been trying to convince the Weightlifter to get some… Not that his encouragement has been working…

The Foreigner ;; Taken ;; mokiepuppymaster
His thick accent is annoying to most, sexy to few. He was in the exchange student progam and was only around for the last half of the semester. He stayed at the Songbird’s house and was protective of her during his stay. So when he came to the end of year party he tried to show off to the Football-Star and Weightlifter by standing up to them, but with his plan seemed to have a reverse affect as they didn’t respect him at all after that. Not to mention his steriod use spread around, though he fiercely denies to using it, he has juiced up in the past. He shoved the Football-Star for kissing the Songbird but nothing else because if he got in too much trouble he’d have been sent back early. He dated the first girl to show him some attention, the Scene, and they kept a relationship for the month he went back home before he moved over here. His visa’s about to expire and he’s yet to decide if he wants to permanitly live here or not, either way he’s not worried about it. When the Scene dumped him to date the Smoker it simply provoked the male, with the ‘What does he have that I don’t syndrome?’. He’s been making the Scene’s life a living hell since the break up and pokes fun at the fact she’s gained weight. He is still out to get back at the Football-Star and figures dating the Queen-Bee would make the other jealous.. He even promised the Weightlifter and Football-Star that he’d beat up the Band Geek (even if he helped the other out in the physical department) in front of the Writer. He’s yet to go through with it but is trying to find a way to go through with it and put the blame on the Football-Star. He’s even got the Dare-Devil on his side, but that’s about it… No one else will give him the time of day he thinks he deserves and it drives him insane. Maybe if he threatened the Paparazzi he could get some dirt on the Football-Star?

The Weightlifter ;; Taken ;; rajio_obake
He was one of the strongest guys in the school and there was no extra juice to get a body like his. Steriods are for cheats who risk shrinking the family jewels just to get a freakishly buff body. Maybe it’s a reason he can’t stand being around the Foreigner since its obvious the other used to juice up. It’s no lie both the Weightlifter can’t stand the Foreigner it’s noticeable in the expressions on his face whenever the jock is around him. Despite the Foreigner’s constant annoyance, the Weightlifter and Football-Star have been friends for a good while and are nothing more than that. Try and suggest something and the Weightlifter will make you regret your words. Maybe a bit homophobic, the Weightlifter had no qualms bullying people with the rest of the football team way back when. He even came up with the plan to toture the Band Geek and Writer, even if it did get him kicked out of the party… Since graduating he’s laid off on the physical bullying for a while now. He also can’t stand airheaded women, don’t get him wrong the Cheerleader and Princess (for example) may have their own good points but he can’t stand the damsel in distress cliché. So when he asked the Tomboy out it was because she wasn’t like them and could actually stand on her own. The relationship was a secret because his friend, the Football-Star, can’t stand the Tomboy and the Weightlifter didn’t want to be the cause of an all out brawl. When the relationship was found out at Prom he was annoyed for a few minutes but now that it was out in the open he could have his prom dance with the Tomboy. She left for the Marines and they decided to try a long distance relationship, the Football-Star has used her absence to his advantage taking his friend out to party after party hoping to hook the Weightlifter up with someone more his ‘image’.

[rajio_obake]

Skater
•••••••••rajio_obake

Intense: (adj.) Having a characteristic in an extreme degree.

› There's nothing more basic than the basics... ‹

When people talk to me, they never address me as Kevin Albert Richardson.
Instead, they address me as Kev or Kevin.
I've roamed this earth for a total of Twenty-Three years.
If my pants don't deceive me, then I can tell you with confidence, that I'm a dude.
From the people that I've dated, its quite obvious that I'm Straight.
So you don't have to guess, I'm roughly Five foot ten, depending if I'm wearing shoes or not.

Amorous: (adj.) Strongly moved by love.

› A little bit deeper into the person that you think you know... ‹

When I say I like it, I mean I love it
♥ ;; The Original
♥ ;; Skating
♥ ;; Personalized Skateboards
♥ ;; Monster Trucks
♥ ;; Gold Medals
♥ ;; Competing in the X-Games
♥ ;; Alcoholic Beverages

Seriously, I don't like it. Take it away.
№ ;; Being Forgotten
№ ;; Rivals (Dare-Devil)
№ ;; Getting Sick
№ ;; Documentary Movies
№ ;; Crappy Automobiles
№ ;; Puppets
№ ;; Alcoholic Beverages

Lonesome: (adj.) Dejected as a result of separation from others.

› The way that I act is the way that I am ‹

Sigh… If I tell you I’m the most outgoing of guys will you leave me alone? No?.. Well it was worth a shot. In general I’m a pretty sociable person, always have been. Don’t get me wrong I do have my antisocial ways at times.. I don’t mind initiating a conversation, it just depends if I’m comfortable with the subject. Like jokes and music, I can have a conversation with the same person for a month on those sorts of subjects. There really isn’t a difference noticeable about me when I’m boozed up, I act the same way. The only major difference is I’m more prone to feel sorry for myself. Bad I know, but that’s why I’ve been laying off the stuff, I only drink it when I feel depressed to begin with. Now when I’m not feeling depressed I don’t mind getting into someone’s space and have a good time pestering them. It’s fun simple as that. Some people who didn’t know me could think I’m an attention whore when in fact it’s the opposite I don’t like a lot of attention and I’m sure if it wasn’t for my skating skills I’d have been a loser back in highschool. I love when someone acknowledges the good points about me; I can’t stand the negative it just makes me awesome most of my life has been for naught and I shouldn’t have even tried living. That’s why I love, love. Its one of feelings you get and everything makes sense.. If you get what I mean.

Indifferent: (adj.) The absence of compulsion towards one thing or another.

› The inside scoop that not a lot of people really know ‹

I was born on the Fourteenth of January from what I heard it wasn’t the best of births… My mum was in Britain at the time… Yes I’m British old chap! . . . Okay seriously I don’t talk like that despite my accent. Anyway my mother was in a taxi and in the UK it hardly ever snows, but it’s always pouring frogs and foxes… (British phrase for ‘Cats and Dogs’ ain’t it neat?) The taxi ride to the hospital was so bad that the driver’s windshield wipers weren’t even good enough to see through the downpour in front of them and my poor mother couldn’t hold me in and out I came into the world… in a damp-danky place screaming and carrying on. From what my Dad said (he was overseas in the States on business when my mum was in labor) it was one of the most expensive taxi rides because he had to pay to fix the interior of the car… Yeh I’m not bragging about my birth, but I just felt like stating. Now I lived in the UK till I was seven and I moved here when my Dad’s job brought us here… I guess you’re curious about the accent? Well it seems that the seven years I lived in the UK and the fact both my parents have harsh British tongues... the accent sort of stuck. Not that I’d wish it away I kind of enjoy the way I sound to a plain generic voice. My father did offer after two years of living in the States to move us back, but for some reason or another I cried when he told me and we ended up staying here instead. I think the reason I was crying was because I disappointed the green Power Ranger died at the end of season one… But you know if my Dad wants to think it’s because I didn’t want to move back home.. Suuuuurrrreeeee…..

Not dissing on my ‘rents… They understand most of what I’m about. Like the fact I’m an only child and I get what I want. And what I wanted is a skateboard. And I got that… My younger years aren’t really that amazing I just learned what my passion was back then. I saw teens skating and that was what got me. I got my first one from Santa. And I was hooked ever since then. And now I have about thirteen plus skateboards broken and a few new ones. I still never throw out a good board. Plus the best part about Skateboards is the fact you can customize them however you want, so if you break one board you can use the pieces from that board to edit a new board. I was always practicing whenever I had the time. Had to do the dishes? Skateboard in the kitchen. Had to walk the pet Chihuahua? Skateboard. (Mum bought him I wanted a Dobie) Had to go to school? Don’t walk… Skateboard. Yes I may have been leaning towards obsessed back then but I didn’t care, I never did. I was fine back then when it was just me and my board. Before I got to know people. Sure I had skating friends, but that was just it they were skating friends I only skated with them and nothing more. If anything we just used one another as an excuse to go skating nothing more, nothing less. It’s cool though most of my old skating buddies were a few grades older than me so they had graduated when I started highschool and it was through them I got in some trouble.

I was held back a year because I had decided to help my skate friends prank the school… It probably wasn’t in the best of my decisions too though.. We basically planted a stink bomb in the middle of a school assembly, it went off.. Some other various things happened (the principal vomited and it sent off a chain reaction).. Long story short they decided not to send me to Juvy (thank god!) but I was held back a year (damn..) It really sucked to because I could’ve passed seventh grade if I hadn’t helped my friends out… Oh well though can’t change the past.. Not that I’d want to that was pretty funny.. Really you shoulda seen the Teachers face.. Epic hilariousness is all I can say. I also may have used the five finger discount a few times, not that I’ll tell. Plus it’s just so easy and the stores are ripping us off. Five dollars for a two liter drink is ridiculous… Bring a friend and his book bag and you can get an hundred percent discount deal. Or you sneak a can of the stuff into a changing room and drink it there. There are so many things you can do. It’s not against the law unless you get caught, which I may have been but I don’t really let myself care to much about it.. Like with booze where I come from (UK) you can drink the soft stuff at sixteen and the harder stuff at eighteen… But we’ll get to that later. Why spoil the fun and tell you the story?

In high school I sort of kept to myself.. Mainly because all my bros had graduated and I had no one else to hang with at the time.. So I was constantly late to classes because I skated in the halls, was in the office, or just skated on the black top.. It didn’t bother me then.. Of course ‘then’ was before I met her… Some people call me creative because I’m able to come up with some sick moves on the ramp. I pale in comparison however to the Original. I’m not nearly as creative as she is have you seen the outfits she can make? Her hair might’ve been what made me do a double take at first. When I looked back I just knew I had to date her. So I turned my board around and skated up to her. Stood on my board and just flat out asked her if she’d date me even though I didn’t even know her name at the time. I did it so openly and probably in front of a few of her friends. But she still said ‘yes’. I said I’d take her somewhere special and I did. To a Monster Truck Rally! Really how more special could you get than watching a big car jump over a set of buses? Maybe go see a concert afterwards which was what we did.. It was probably one of the best first dates in the all time history books. No one else’s can top ours that’s just the way it is.. And it helped that our friends were in the same social class so that was good I didn’t have to worry about my friends not liking her because of what label we’d been stuck with...

The only thing I didn’t like was the fact that after highschool she didn’t even give me a chance before she dumped me… Me...? And here I thought we were perfect. But it’s okay because I drowned myself in my skating career, booze, and finishing highschool… I said we’d get back to the booze right? Okay well my parents had a very open liquor cabinet. It’s what came from where they were originally from. So When I was sixteen I was allowed to get a drink or two whenever I wanted, I just needed to pay for the next one. A fake ID made for frequent trips to the bar, and it wasn’t long till I just slipped into a state of utter loss. The Scene only randomly texted me a few times, most of them asking if I knew the whereabouts of the Smoker which no I do not. Nor did I then. Back when it was just my board and me I could careless if I had friends to talk to.. But after I got some I lost some. Even the Original didn’t want me anymore. Sure there are a ton of other girls in the world I could get but I didn’t want them.. It just wouldn’t have been the same.. The one downside to dating someone with the same friends as you is after the break up you lose a few of them.. Luckily the Writer who had been invited to the wedding told me about it. Of course I didn’t know she was getting married how was I supposed to? I didn’t get invited and I just happened to have been boozed up and drove all the way just to crash it. Let’s just say I was a bit surprised to see who she was to marry. It was the Rockstar from that one band ‘Tell All Tuesday’! Okay seriously how am I supposed to compete with that –points at flashy car, money, and the man that comes with it-?! Luckily after begging her, it didn’t much take convincing until we were in my car driving off. It wasn’t until on the highway did I notice the Rockstar had stowed away in the backseat and came along with us.

After dropping the Rockstar off… Somewhere… It was just me and the Original. I told her about my competitions and that I wouldn’t be going to college, she seemed okay with that.. Well I got an apartment in New York that I share with my girlfriend. It’s not much, but hey… It’s something. Because I don’t go to college makes me oblivious to a few facts that some of the people I used to know even live here, but it’s not like I talked to them in the first place.. Basically I’ve just been busy getting ready for the X-games and all. Did you hear I won a few gold medals? I’m so proud. It means I’m one step closer to my dream.. The only few flaws is that the Dare-Devil keeps pestering me and I don’t even know what I did to piss him off. Ok… Maybe I do but sheesh.. It’s not like I tried to come off as rude when I first met him, okay maybe I did… But yeh he’s an a**… And the sooner he’s out of my life the better. That’s all I can say. I haven’t had time to hang out with the Original but I’m sure we’ll get the time sooner or later. My competitions in a few months and I’d love to practice to my hearts content.. I would also love it if the Paparazzi would leave me alone, every time I have free time he pops up like a bad pimple and asks me questions on the Rockstar?.. The most I know about the guy is that he’s somewhere in New York but I haven’t seen him so I can’t really say.. But I’d love it if the Paparazzi would just leave me alone for a while so I don’t have to waste my time listening to him rat off questions.

Risky: (adj.) Attended with danger.

› Everyone has a theme song of some kind ‹

Everyone Here Smells Like a Rat ;; The Almost
Crashed the Wedding ;; Busted
Whoa Oh! (Me vs. Everyone) ;; Forever the Sickest Kids
Happy Birthday Bermuda Triangle ;; Kill the Arcade
Waiting ;; The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

[rajio_obake]

Rockstar
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Greedy: (adj.) Marked by inordinate desire for wealth.

› There's nothing more basic than the basics... ‹

When people talk to me, they never address me as Shaant Penningway Owens.
Instead, they address me as … Shaant?.
I've roamed this earth for a total of Twenty-Four years.
If my pants don't deceive me, then I can tell you with confidence, that I'm a guy.
From the people that I've dated, its quite obvious that I'm omnisexual.
So you don't have to guess, I'm roughly six feet, depending if I'm wearing shoes or not.

Zealous: (adj.) Filled with ardent interest.

› A little bit deeper into the person that you think you know... ‹

When I say I like it, I mean I love it
►Sex.
►Drugs & Booze.
►Porn.
►Guitar & Singing.
►Being Famous.
►Money.
►Night Clubs.

Seriously, I don't like it. Take it away.
Talk of Abstinence. ◄
Love. ◄
Children. ◄
Morals. ◄
Gold-diggers & Paparazzi. ◄
Buzz kills. ◄
People dissing my band. ◄

Strident: (adj.) Commanding attention by an obtrusive quality.

› The way that I act is the way that I am ‹

I’m so cocky, I have a c**k… Okay that was a little uncalled for but you know you just gotta get used to that around me. I speak first think later. Just how I was born and raised. I don’t care if my attitude annoys people I’m fine with it so they should be too! I’m always right and never wrong that’s just how the world works… If I feel the need to cuss up a storm I will and have no cares afterwards. If people feel insulted around me they just need to but out and get a life. Because seriously I have mine and it’s awesome! I don’t know what else to say… I understand the fine art of wooing people more than most guys at my age ever could. I’m kind of more in love with the feeling of sex than the concept of that.. If that makes any sense to you in this life, congratulations you understand what I’m getting at. Who cares if you have feelings for the other person or not, it shouldn’t matter in the first place. I have a Don’t-Care-What-You-Think personality when it all comes down to it. I enjoy doing what I do and will continue to do it till the day that I day. Some people speculate that eh way I’m living my life I’ll be dead I don’t care if you’re all that I’ll take you down that’s that! I don’t know why but I like when all eyes are on me it’s just nice knowing people are looking at me for me… or at least the image of me they presume I am

Lascivious: (adj.) Sexually unchaste.

› The inside scoop that not a lot of people really know ‹

tooooo - eddiiiittttt

What ‘After Party’? I mean I go to so many… Oh. You weren’t talking about my After Parties. That’s not nice. We should be focused on me. I mean… Come one you had four years to get to now those freaks! But you hardly know anything about ME! Well excluding what the tabloids told you. I am just a plain out awesome fellow. I turned sixteen and my career took off me and My Band made it into the music biz. It’s great all my songs were playing on the radio long before you were out of high school!

However with Fame came responsibility. I had to make sure I gave everyone on equal chance to love me. So I am proud to call myself and ‘Equal Opportunity Lover’. So yes Boys and Girls I’m Bisexual and I like Sex; Plain and simple as that. Seriously if you want to get a piece of this form a nice and single file line. Or you could all just come at me all at once. I swear it doesn’t matter to me. I like orgies. I am always the domineering one. … It doesn’t matter to me as long as it all leads up to sex. This also concludes as to why I like to flirt with anyone in earshot of me.

I don’t want to get into full detail of my life because I’d rather just tell you all later. Plus if you read the tabloids I’m sure you have the gist. I’m A Rock-Star, I’m a Sex fiend, My parents won the lottery and that’s part of how I ended up famous. And what’s not in the tabloids. My parents caught me in the middle of a whip cream bikini contest and then and there decided I needed to marry someone. So they arranged me to marry this girl. Luckily her loser of an ex-boyfriend decided to crash the wedding. Sure I was mad at him. Weddings cost Money. But hey he stopped me from getting married. So I didn’t stay mad at the guy for too long.

I crash at the Skater’s apartment now and again. Call the Original my ‘Fiancé’ all in the good line of fun. I am currently touring with my band. But I’m also about to star in this new porno. It’s with some girl I don’t know who… But eh, I’m gonna text her later and see if she wants to practice a few scenes. Maybe I’ll also go take a walk around New York while I’m at it. I have a few concerts at some clubs around here. And Yeah… Who would like to warm me up beneath the sheets? Any takers?

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Pssh! College is for losers! I’m not in it… I’m with the band. You know ‘Tell All Tuesday’. Heard of it? Well you should’ve we’re all over the news and music stations I do interviews regularly. I’m very popular. And thus can be found partying it up at the after parties. Though I am labeled ‘Popular’ doesn’t necessarily mean I hang out with them I mean… Sure I do but I don’t know them. The Dealer gives me my heroine before the shows. (I don’t do smoking it’s not as professional) I’ve worn the Smoker’s T-shirts some times on my shows. The Druggie gave me the heart tattoo and pierced me up a few times (My Monroe, Lip, and Nose). And the Party Person is usually at my after parties… I’m busy working on a porno with the Slut. And when I’m not busy I can be found hanging around the Skater and the Original. I mean it was them who introduced me to their friends after all.

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What are we talking about here? I would never wish to turn back the clock! I’m a cocky b*****d and I LOVE it! What’s not to love about me! I mean. I’ve had sex more times than you! I screw a different girl/boy after every show! I just can’t help myself I need it. Girl. Boy. Whatever if it’s sexy I’ll screw it. And my bands great I mean our stuff is just out there. I sing and play the guitar for the band. But yeah… Life’s great… What would I change? And I actually have a friend per se I mean sure I hated the Skater at first. But he’s a cool guy. And yeah… Did I mention he’s got good looks too… Yet everyone is beautiful. And I am just gorgeous b*****d.

Vulgar: (adj.) Offensive in language.

› Everyone has a theme song of some kind ‹

Seduction ;; Alesana
Victim ;; Eighteen Visions
Mark It Up ;; Repo the Genetic Opera
... To Be Loved ;; Papa Roach
Metro ;; The Vincent Black Shadows

[rajio_obake]

Teachers Pet
•••••••••rajio_obake

Intellectual: (adj.) Engaged in activity requiring the use of understanding.

› There's nothing more basic than the basics... ‹

When people talk to me, they never address me as Roirdan James Livingston.
Instead, they address me as Roir or Roiry.
I've roamed this earth for a total of Twenty Two years.
If my pants don't deceive me, then I can tell you with confidence, that I'm a gentleman.
From the people that I've dated, its quite obvious that I'm heterosexual.
So you don't have to guess, I'm roughly Five feet & Nine and a half inches, depending if I'm wearing shoes or not.

Kindhearted: (adj.) Marked by a sympathetic nature.

› A little bit deeper into the person that you think you know... ‹

When I say I like it, I mean I love it
■ Good Grades
■ Friends
■ Studying
■ Being Respected
■ Laptops/Computers
■ Working
■ Being Needed
■ Competitions that don’t require ‘Brawn’ but ‘Brains’
■ Honesty
■ Coffee and the five hour energy drink

Seriously, I don't like it. Take it away.
□ Getting beat up
□ Taunts (directed at me)
□ Ignorant People
□ Cut-and-Dry Action Movies
□ Failure
□ Sports/Jocks
□ Bad grades
□ Being stood-up
□ Mistakes
□ Waiting for the next season of Fringe/House

Distraught: (adj.) Agitated with doubt or mental conflict.

› The way that I act is the way that I am ‹

PERSONALITY;; ONE PLUS PARAGRAPHS

Tired: (adj.) Fatigued to the point of exhaustion.

› The inside scoop that not a lot of people really know ‹

Tooo – Ediiiittt
Well, let's just say that I like good things, my family, my friends, my girlfriend(?), and my grades. People never seem to appreciate it though as I what I find good in the world. Anyway back to my life, I was born on June twentieth. And I turned Nineteen last time I checked… Yep I skipped a grade. Fifth Grade at that, I didn’t go to Kindergarten at all though, some people say I didn’t have a real childhood. Whatever! It was one grade and a daycare like class with toddlers. Not like I’m surrounded by them enough as is. I’m in college now and you want to know what’s funny.

My Dad is still a College professor and my Mom still sculpts clay models for a living. I guess I had it pretty good when I was younger. Being an only child and all was probably great. Too bad it didn’t last long, and my sister came along. Unlike me she was born with the looks, fashion, and social status. I’ve only ever focused on my school work. My parents want me to become a lawyer… My sister wants me to cut off all ties with her because the fact her older brother is a kiss a** to teachers bugs her. But you know what. I can skipped class and went to the school library whenever I wanted because they loved me so much. Heck I got into there cars and brought out their notebooks. I got access to all the things every other student can’t and that is what made me. A ‘Teacher’s Pet’.

Sure I hated it. It even made me question if my friends were really my friends or if they just hung out with me because of my privileges. Luckily it was the former. And so I guess that’s what brings us to senior year… The year I actually had my first taste of gin; I vaguely remember it but the YouTube videos sure help. I can’t believe I kissed Louise and Yulia? What was going through my head? I was certain after seeing those videos I was certain neither of them would want to talk to me again. But they did. And I’m quite relieved.

After the party life went on as usual, I got accepted into my second choice… Oh well, but hey at least I kept in contact with my friends. And guess what?! I’m finally dating the ‘Choir Major’ after all these years!

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Well… If you haven’t noticed I’m still a nerd. Uh, I guess I’ll just never grow out of this rut a put myself in. I was the valedictorian no duh. I still keep in contact with my friends as I try to major in being a Lawyer. Yep making my parents proud here, But I don’t… I think it’ll grow on me... I still keep in contact with my friends though it feels like I’m growing away from them. I hardly see the ‘Dreamer’ because he’s busy with his studies. And the ‘Tomboy’ has been off doing her thing… I meet up with the ‘Overachiever’ on occasions to chat. But then I felt guilty afterwards I mean. I should like the ‘Choir Major’ more… Right? Ugh... I’ve just been tired I guess.

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I can be found getting in the library studying... And in my dorm room sleeping. I ended up dating the ‘Choir Major’ after high school, though I made a complete and total fool of myself at the party. But I guess she was at least willing to give me a chance and that’s something good in itself. I mean, I didn’t realize I’d given her my phone number till she called me sometime on Sunday. I apologized for half an hour over the phone for my childish actions. We just ended up spending our evenings over the phone talking… We never hung out though; we just talked over the phone. It was nice. Recently I ran into her and we just started dating. I think it’s so far so good, I don’t know about her. The only thing that has the possibility of ruining our relationship would have to be my mixed feelings towards my Rival and friend for life the ‘Overachiever’. Yep, I guess my incident at the party cared over to my sober self. Ugh, maybe I should call the ‘Dreamer’ for dating advice.

xxxxxxxx DEFINITION

› Everyone has a theme song of some kind ‹

Moment ;; Aiden
Something About Us ;; Daft Punk
For the Ejection of Rest; They’ll Dance ;; Kaddisfly
You ;; Mustard Plug

[rajio_obake]

Weightlifter
•••••••••rajio_obake

Muscular: (adj.) having well-developed musculature.

› There's nothing more basic than the basics... ‹

When people talk to me, they never address me as Thomas Gabe Mercer.
Instead, they address me as Tom.
I've roamed this earth for a total of Twenty-Three years.
If my pants don't deceive me, then I can tell you with confidence, that I'm a male.
From the people that I've dated, its quite obvious that I'm Straight.
So you don't have to guess, I'm roughly Six foot One, depending if I'm wearing shoes or not.

Loyal: (adj.) faithful to a cause, ideal, custom, or friend.

› A little bit deeper into the person that you think you know... ‹

When I say I like it, I mean I love it
+ Working out
+ Blowing off Steam 
+ 
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+ 
+
+ 
+ 
+

Seriously, I don't like it. Take it away.
– Laziness
– People who use Drugs
– Fags/Homos
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Strong: (adj.) not mild, weak, or feeble.

› The way that I act is the way that I am ‹

I can hold my own. I don’t need someone to tell me what I can or cannot do. I know full well what I can do and it’s why I push myself in the gym. I work out not just to keep in shape but to keep thoughts off my mind and just enjoy the adrenaline in my system pushing my muscles beyond their limits in search of making new limits. An odd way to phrase it all for a jock I’m sure.. But that’s as ‘bout close to poetic or rhetoric as I get. I’m not a nerd, but I made it through highschool with straight ‘Bs’ sometimes an ‘A’ or ‘C’ now and again give or take.. The only class I ever made a hundred percent and beyond was Health and PE, but really how do you fail that? It’s a participation grade for christsakes. I know it has nothing to do with my personality but I’ve been the strongest guy around since I can recall. People see me as sarcastic and bitter. Which, maybe I am so what.. It’s just the way I like to live, sure I’ve bullied and beat-up people in the past and present. But since turning eighteen and the threat of jail, it probably isn’t in my wisest position to pummel someone.. Especially when I’m trying to become a cop… Also before I forget I am trustworthy to my close friends and girlfriend. . . You didn’t know I was dating? Well yeh I’m pretty good at covering my act too then.

Sarcastic: (adj.) Some who uses satirical wit for bitter, caustic, and often ironic effects.

› The inside scoop that not a lot of people really know ‹

tooooo- ediiiiiitttt

I could really careless about what you know or think you know about me so I’m just going to come out and tell you about my life before you go around believing the first rumor about my life you hear. And if you think I’m lying about everything I’m going to tell you, well sucks for you.As mentioned I was born in Boston, Massachusetts. I still have my Boston accent thank you for noticing and the fact that I am in New York for the time being doesn’t help when baseball season comes around. I am the youngest of five children, with two older brothers, two older sisters. It doesn’t bug me; it just means I get pampered more than they do. My Mother and father divorced when I was two, it was as though I was the last attempt to save there marriage. The girls went with our Mom and My brothers and I went with our Dad. It was fine he was very chill and didn’t care what we did. One of my brothers moved out and the other is still there. I recently moved out.

Well after High school went on pretty well. I weight lifted and played football. Pretty much everything you know. Went the party at Cristal’s place. Did a few things that aren’t worth mentioning, and some that are… But I am too lazy to so you’re going to have to deal with it. Then came along Prom and boy did that come with a bunch of shockers. For one I had a few of these girls hitting on me and when I tried to play it off and turn them down that just made them try harder. Well Logan didn’t like them around me one bit and made that completely known. However she was called a lesbo and blurted out that we were dating. Everyone was pretty much shocked. I was about to deny it, but then decided against it. And I pretty much spent the whole night with Logan after that dancing and such…

I ended up getting accepted to my first college. And I’m trying to become a police officer… Yep. And Logan has been gone for about a few years now. But we’ve kept in contact over the phone and letters on birthdays and such. I hardly get to see her, and she hardly gets to see me. But hey we finally have a chance to meet up with each other again. And I only hope she hasn’t fallen for someone else. I doubt that… But…

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I’m still paired with the jocks and that is all still fine and dandy with me. I still enjoy beating up the Nerds and outcast for fun and amusement, but I don’t do it as often or at all because I don’t want to lose my scholarship. I still weight lift as if it wasn’t noticeable by my Bod, (I like to be shirtless whenever I can find an excuse). I think that between the three of us Jocks (One doesn’t even count by the way). The Football Star and I still chat. And I still play; it’s just if I don’t get drafted I want to have a back up plan. So I’m studying to be a police officer. Doing a little private eye work… And Hey. I think it fits.

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Well, I guess the cats out of the bag. I dated, and am dating, the Tomboy. We aren’t as secretive about it. But still when it comes to P.D.A. you probably couldn’t tell we’re dating. But it’s fine with me I prefer to keep it in the bedroom anyway. She’s been gone about two years now and I don’t know if she’s gonna like me or she fell for one of those boys she met in the Marines. I seriously doubt the latter... But hey, who knows really

DIFFERENT ADJECTIVE FOR YOUR CHARRIE DEFINITION

› Everyone has a theme song of some kind ‹

The Curse ;; Nural

[rajio_obake]

Jeremy Travis Cooper
xxxxxxxxxxthe lost boy

It's a rare find, some kind of antique,
Youd keep just like a secret, innocent and sweet, you'd keep it.
locked, don't let it go...
If its love don't let it go..
Nobody wants to be alone,
Nobody wants to see the things they've done go wrong...

‘It’s like chasing fireflies…?’

This phrase came to mind when the red-haired male woke up from his rest in his hammock. He preferred that over a bed any day. He’d been up last night watching the sky and how the clouds moved about. He was thinking on all the new Neverland recruits and wondering if they would end up staying around or not. Sure it was too early to say though he couldn’t help but wondered. He was comparing it to ‘chasing fireflies’ simply because even after you’ve caught them in your hands the moment you open your hands just crack, enough to get a peak, they’ll fly away. And that’s what he was wondering about. Everyone here would they stay or get fed up and leave? The only reason Jeremy Travis Cooper wondered about it was because he was the oldest and one of the original ‘Lost’ boys. You know Slightly the fox? Yep that’s him. You couldn’t tell could you? Haha didn’t think so. Most have forgotten about the original lost boy troupe simply because most left to start a family of there own. First were the twins, then the skunk, and it wasn’t long till his best friend the rabbit left. It was so odd since all of the originals promised they’d stay in Neverland forever, never grow old, and never let a worry from earth bother them… But as time went on forever became too long and the promise had become as lost as the Lost boys themselves and it wasn’t long till the only one left on Neverland was Jeremy. For a while Jeremy had been tempted to leave the place he’d called home for so long just as his friends had… He may have to. Had he not met the girl who stole his heart away… She still has it too. Though she doesn’t seem to catch on… “Oh, what’s a lush to do?” He muttered to himself.

It was silly how much he crushed on the fairy from afar. Simply her appearance could brighten his day. Yet it was sad too. Because as much as he had fallen for her she didn’t feel the same way. He tried not to let it get him down. And at times the friendship he had with Tinkerbell sufficed enough. Jeremy didn’t know exactly when, where, or how he started seeing Isabelle in a different light. But he did and it didn’t matter anymore than that. The only thing that mattered was he didn’t know how to express himself and he didn’t want to feel the inevitable rejection. After all she liked Peter more than him that was for sure… The red-head been awake for what seemed like hours, but in reality it was only fifteen minutes, thinking about the blonde female. He had stayed on his bed despite waking up. Jeremy had just been laying there simply doing nothing besides fantasizing of what ‘Could be’ or what ‘Could’ve been’. If he had been do something more interesting, it might’ve been worthy of being writen about. But he hadn’t. He was just awake, blankly staring at the ceiling wondering what on earth, or in this case ‘Neverland’, was going to happen today. As stated Peter had brought in some new recruits… It was plain to see that the girl, Anna was her name?, was just one of a handful he’d previously seen Peter bring here. He let out a sigh. Each time he brought a new girl here, Tink seemed to get pushed further away. But maybe that was what JT was secretly hoping for? That one day Pan would just shoo her far enough away that Tink could see that he actually cares about her more. Nope. Jeremy wasn’t that cruel a person to wish that fate on someone, Tink nonetheless.

Jeremy let out a yawn. It was such a horrid thought he couldn’t even believe it crossed his mind. He knew what it felt like to get shoved away like an old rag at times and he could say from experience he didn’t like it… Though maybe he was always shoved away, and that was why he was at Neverland? His old family had shooed him out and this was the only place left for him to go…? JT shook his head. That wasn’t the reason he was in Neverland and he knew it from the few bits and pieces of memory he could recall. He was in Neverland simply because he didn’t want to grow up. A commonality shared among most here. If he hadn’t runaway he would’ve been married off to some girl to save the family business and his childhood and playful nature would’ve been completely eroded and he would’ve turned into Mr. Cooper, a bitter old man who couldn’t stand his own state of being. It was almost too much to think about, so much he’d done in a while… Jeremy didn’t know why there was nothing special or significant in today, at least as of now there wasn’t maybe he was missing something. Like the crucial puzzle piece needed to explain it all. ‘Maybe the missing piece is in my mind this whole time and I have divulged deep enough to find it?’ It all seemed to be coming together, even if it wasn’t. JT let out a yawn as he rubbed his hand up and down his face hoping to wake himself up so he wouldn’t have to ponder more on his own unyielding thoughts. ‘Nothing pieces together anymore.’

Getting up from the hammock he looked about. Sleeping outside may’ve not been in his best interest but he didn’t want to sleep inside the tree house yesterday… Yesterday he wanted to sleep outside and enjoy the company of the night sky. As simple as it sounded he couldn’t help it. He just enjoyed it… It was odd everything in Neverland seemed to amuse him no matter how many times he’d seen it before… Same with Tink… Okay Jeremy really needed to get a hold of himself before the day started or he was going to be a nutcase. It was Neverland so with faith, luck, and pixie dust… or something along those lines.. He was able to float into the window of his room, like flying only ‘Falling with style’ was more his way of describing it. There wasn’t much in his room except a few shells scattered around here and there, maybe some clothes, rocks, and knick-knacks from Earth on the trips down… he shook his head as he looked about… Did he have anything clean to wear? What he was wearing was fine, Right? He didn’t have to change did he? Maybe he should. But he didn’t feel like it. He was only wearing an old shirt and jeans… Jesse exhaled and watched as some of his auburn colored hair moved in front of his face. He blew at the strands of stray hair to move them out of his eyes. A small smile formed on JT’s lips as he thought of this simple act. The hairs had been previously tickled his nose, and stopped but a moment. And after his exhale was over they returned to their previous position. Reaching up with his right hand he simply moved the hairs out of his face and tried the best he could to keep it that way.

Making his way over to his closet he decided to change the thought of apparel to wear came to me. Stripping himself of his previous outfit, the lost boy put on a white oxford shirt only buttoned on the middle and bottom button, a pair of black jeans, that had gone grey over whatever time has past, a black belt through the belt loop, and a pair of worn out sneakers that were so worn you couldn’t read which logo it was. He didn’t own any socks since he didn’t see their relevance at all. ‘Plah...’ he thought in a non caring tone to himself. ‘Socks simply get holes in them and you have to replace them afterwards....’ Letting out another yawn he stretched and cracked his back. Jeremy wasn’t sure what was going to happen today, nor did he every other day, unless it involved pranks and jokes of some sorts. Today he hoped it was chalked full of adventure like the day before it, and the day before that. He didn’t want to suffer a poor boring day. If he wanted to put himself through that he would’ve gone back to Earth long ago. ‘Wonder what they assumed happened to me...?’ Puzzlement in his expression, as he thought for only a few seconds before shaking his head and forgetting he even asked the question to himself. ‘Why should I care what they think, when they didn’t care what I thought.’ He looked in the mirror at his somber reflection. What caused him to ponder such thoughts? He hoped it wasn’t going to plague his mind the whole day that would ruin the mood of enjoyment and adventure.

Walking out of his room, he made his way down the hall. After first he thought he heard other doors opening and closing but he brushed it off as just an echo. Making his way into the halls wasn’t that hard. He’d done it many times before. Why would today be any different? He figured he’d just go into Peter’s room and find out what fun they’d have today… He’d done it before and he really didn’t have much else to do right now... So bugging his friend didn’t seem like that half bad an idea at the moment. Plus it didn’t appear as though anyone else was up. All the doors were shut or slightly open and there wasn’t much movement in the house going on… So, ‘What the hey?...’ He figured with a shrug. As he neared Peter’s door he opened it without really thinking much. “Hey Peter?” He asked walking into the room not taking a chance to look about. “What’s the plan for today? Any fun pranks and the such?” And by the time he shut the door and actually decided to open his eyes. He noticed Isabelle at the front of the bed. He was embarrassed by his rude actions but didn’t let it show with the blank face he kept on. He pointed at the door nonchalantly, “Uh, if this is a bad time I could come back… You know… Later?” He pieced together what he was saying as the words came to mind. It wasn’t that he didn’t think he was NOT allowed in the room, it was just he didn’t want to be rude and interrupt something.. Plus he could always come back at another time like he suggested.



This is how the story goes,
You write the ending
Everyone hopes for.
This is full of beautiful prose.
The hero and the broken home.
This is how the tables turn,
and no one knows, what to expect oh,
nobody knows whats next...

[rajio_obake]

Buckley Todd Metro

It's the saddest sight, how you are tonight.
I'm pushing through just to make you melt away.
><(((*>Are you all alone?
><(((*>><(((*>Is someone home?
><(((*>><(((*>><(((*>Is there nothing more for us today?

‘Cause if you believe,><(((*>><(((*>><(((*>
We can surely find a way.><(((*>><(((*>
What more can I say?><(((*>

‘Where’d it go?’

tastemypain This phrase came to Buckley’s mind most of the evening and unto the night. What was he looking for? Well right now he was looking for one of syringes… Glass Advisor was going on tour tomorrow and he needed to make sure his apartment was spotless before he left. He wasn’t a neat-freak but he’d like to have his drugs all accounted for before they left.. And who’s to say someone might not break into his place and find the syringe and his DNA? Besides the amount of bad publicity that would get, he would also risk going to jail. And he couldn’t have that… Buck had last spotted the pointy object near the bathroom sink. But he couldn’t seem to find it anywhere after that, it wasn’t like his cell phone where he could call the object and find it… Speaking of which he was missing that too.. He felt as though he was going to gain a stress ulcer if he didn’t find it. And since he hadn’t found it last night… He needed to find it today, since he had awakened, or else he would collapse from a panic driven overload. Not that it matter if he did Buck’s whole day plan, as sad as it sounded, was to stay in his place and be a hermit most of the day unless otherwise noted. He felt as though he couldn’t go a second without knowing where everything he owned was. It was safer on his part covering up his tracks, heck he was so good at it no one even knew he was doing anything illegal behind many people’s backs. And the time he didn’t know where one of his fixes ended up the more worry stepped in… “Where is it?” He muttered from his bed.

tastemypain He’d been awake for what seemed like hours, but in reality it was only fifteen minutes. He had stayed in his bed despite waking up. Buckley had felt this emptiness without one knowing where one of his syringes was, and two not knowing the whereabouts of his phone. It was learned behavior after all, he had depended on his fix to keep him alive and ready for work the next day, while he depended on the phone to tell him when and where he needed to be at all times. Buck couldn’t miss a single call or else he wouldn’t know if he was needed for work or not. Like press releases and album signings those things he needed reminders of.. Today was the day before tour though, a day to gather yourself and get ready for the long road ahead.. And if there was anyone who needed to gather himself the most it was Buckley because his ex-girlfriend, Schaefer, and his old band was going to be on the same exact tour too. Buck picked up the light blue stress relief ball that was lying on his dresser drawer. He tossed it in the air and caught in, tossed it again then caught it. He’d never used them for what they were intended for. Instead of squeezing them, he merely tossed them… His life was full of stress and maybe it was because he was doomed from the start. Who knew? All he knew was that he’d been tempted to end it all every now and again. But just went through life like a manikin instead not caring what happened as long as he got his latest fix it didn’t matter.. Was it really noticeable how much he hated life…? A question someone like him would never find the answer to.

tastemypain ‘Plop-plop-plip’ went the ball as it bounced off his head. Reaching to touch his head, Buckley wondered if he was coming down with something. He didn’t have an upset stomach or anything. But since finding out Troubled on Tuesday was going to be on the same tour too… Well despite how much he would give anything to talk/see Schaefer again, he was hoping he’d see her… ‘Oh I don’t know, another fifteen years down the road..’ He wasn’t going to say he screwed up because joining Glass Advisor was the second or third best things that happened in his life besides Schaefer… The only thing under Schaefer and above Glass Advisor was the drugs. Maybe he’d just lay there in his bed and let the day whirl by him. It really wasn’t that much impossible and it wasn’t like anyone needed him... No one did he was only in the band to play bass.. Hell there were probably a dime a dozen other people who could play bass like him. Maybe Buckley was selling himself short.. Okay he knew he was, but he couldn’t help it. The stress of today was getting to him he could wallow in self pity just because he couldn’t find a syringe or his cell phone. And if you add in other factors to make his life seem more hopeless well you can have the best case of depression ever. He may even legally have it, depression could’ve been the side effects of the drugs, and even if it was he wasn’t going to quit… Buck got so far with them this time around.

tastemypain Now don’t get the wrong idea. Buckley didn’t act like this in public… Oh no he was quite good at putting on the perfect façade. Smoke a few cigarettes here and there, go to a few bars, never do any of the harder stuff unless it’s in his apartment or a well guarded hotel room. But it was just so hard to dig yourself out of the grave that you already dug. Buck knew this more than anyone from the fact his grave was probably as far down as the empire state building if you built it underground. Yeh that far. Take a while to think of that. Yes, Buckley had tried to go on without hallucinogens in his life for a while… But it just didn’t feel the same anymore. It felt as though the acid in his stomach had solidified and the back of his esophagus was dry. In simpler terms, he wanted to puke… But he couldn’t no matter how hard he tried. The next thing he knew he was back on the drugs once more and everything felt right with the world. He was able to ease by people asking for autographs and not care.. Some people said they remembered him in his old band. He’d been called a Cheat, Theif, Backstabber, Liar, etcetera: on his old MySpace page for quitting Troubled on Tuesday… Buck didn’t understand why they felt like he betrayed THEM they were just fans of the music, and if you liked the music what the people in the band did didn’t matter. It wasn’t like they knew he was going to ask Schaefer to marry him. A regret he’d have to live with and one that lived in a black velvet box.

tastemypain Pushing himself out of the bed, Buckley turned on his heal, making his way to the bathroom door connected to the room he was previously occupying. However if you live in an apartment most rooms are connected. Letting out a sigh he looked at his sober reflection, a scoff escaped his lips after looking at it for too long. Buck scratched his cheek, it had the itchy feel of a beard growing, and at times he wished he wouldn’t grow one. But as long as there were razors in the world, he wouldn’t care. Walking over to the shower he took a glance out of the room to look at the clock. “Does it matter…?” He mumbled to himself. Buckley then heated up the shower. He liked his showers hot, to some it was unbearable; to him it was just fine and perfect. It was also odd because if he was talking a bath he enjoyed a freezing cold bath sometimes with ice cubes in it, then again he was usually drinking in the tub if that was happening.. Buck striped from his nighttime attire, which wasn’t much but an XXL t-shirt and boxer shorts. He jumped in the steaming hot shower and it didn’t take him long to clean up from the night before and jump out. In a way he wished it took him longer so he could waste more time in the day. He shampooed and conditioned his somewhat long hair. Nothing exciting really, Buck never thought it was, he wasn’t one to sing in showers since he didn’t have the voice for it… Cigarettes kind of give you that perk. Draping a towel atop his head and wrapping another bigger one around his torso. He wouldn’t go about bragging about his body like some would, (-cough- Lewy -cough-), then again his body had experienced some wear and tear over the years...

tastemypain What caused him to turn to heroine? Well in all truth it was his favorite of the drugs. His mother may’ve been a coke-addict, his foster family a bunch of pot heads.. But he.. He, Buckley Todd Metro, loved heroine. Just something about injecting himself. Not to mention it felt better than the other two. Crack was more so a raver drug and pot was for hippies… Heroine, though, was different. It did more for him than the other two. He could just forget about all his feelings and slip into a state of simply being. Like a robot if he must. Like a robot he went about his day doing what he had to, to make it to the next day. But like a robot he couldn’t express any feelings and when he did they were very extreme feelings. Something he had to make sure he watched at all times and only did the right dosage for himself. Without a long sleeve shirt to hide the holes they were quite visible on both his arms, but mostly his left since he was dominate with the right and injected himself with that hand ninety percent of the time at least… Looking in the mirror he decided he’d blow dry his hair, not that he liked to air drying was fine but he needed to waste time and what better way than blow dry his hair. He reached under the sink for his blow dryer. ‘Pzzt-Pzzt’ His head turned a bit at hearing the familiar sound… ‘Holy crap you gotta be kidding me..?’ He was doubting it was his phone for have a second before he peered behind the sink. There he saw his phone. His black Motorola ‘CR-Z’ just laying there vibrating. “How’d it get there…?” He wondered aloud. ‘It must’ve fallen when I left it on the counter.’

tastemypain He picked up the phone and flipped it open. The screen shown brighter then he could remember, even if he had only misplaced it for half a day. The message wasn’t important it was the calendar alarm telling him that today was the day before tour started. He let out a sigh, he did all that worrying over the phone for naught… But he was still missing that syringe so yep… He was still a little bit on the worry side of things. As Buck walked out of the bathroom he threw the towel on his head in the empty dirty clothes he had accumulated over the month. ‘Wonder if the record company’ll send over a cleaning lady or somethin’..’ He shook his head with this thought. If they had someone come over to clean his room that’d just add on to more stress as he’d have to try and find the darn thing.. Sure he was going to take all of his drugs with him already. He was going to need them if he got into a fight… Or just ran into someone from Troubled on Tuesday in general.. So the thought of someone cleaning his, mostly clean as is, apartment and finding what he couldn’t was irksome to say the least. The bassist tried to remember where he last saw/used the syringe and the only place besides the bathroom that came to mind was the kitchen. ‘... god that s**t better be there…’ Why in the kitchen? Nothing says dessert like heroine!.. Okay that was a bit out on a limb, though he was the perfect image of ‘Atrophy’ so you could never know what went on in his mind.. If he felt crappy and wanted to forget then he can have whatever he wanted for dessert even if it wasn’t made to be one.

tastemypain When he got to his closest, he picked himself, out a pair of dark black ripped jeans along with a few leather belts one with studs that looked like bullets, one with regular studs, and one with none (that one was through the belt loop). A black oxford shirt (long-sleeves to hide the arms) he only buttoned the middle one though leaving the rest unbuttoned. It was just going to be him by himself most of the day… Maybe go out to get a refill on his prescriptions, eat out at a diner solo, or meat up with Glass Advisor if he had to… Other than any of those things occurring he was going to be alone most of the day and its something he had gotten used to., and before he closed the closest doors he picked up his black combat boots, a pair of white socks already in them. ‘Thanks planning ahead...’ he thought in a non caring tone to himself. Then letting out a yawn closed the closet doors. Buckley walked over to his bed and pulled up his socks after he laced up his shoes. Standing up he pulled his shirt down a little. Then looking up he gave himself a nod, ‘As good as I'm getting.’ He thought with a shrug. Making his way over to his dresser, he picked up the comb that was sitting right there and combed his hair. As he set the brush down he tilted his head as he stared at his reflection. ‘Maybe I need something else…’

tastemypain Checking himself over one more time he looked about his room… “Ah-hah..” Buck said aloud. He knew the perfect accessory, a tie. Was he a profession man? Not at all, more of a jokester. He also had no intention of ever being one, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t wear a tie and a Rolex watch. With his recent growth in money over the years he has splurged a bit now and again… But what could he say? He had nothing else to do… He even bought a new cell phone with a new number… For many… Many… Reasons… Letting out another sigh, Buckley headed into the kitchen where he preceded to pour himself a bowl of Count Chocula cereal… Not really caring all that much. After he poured the milk he went to get himself a spoon only to see a syringe on top of where the spoons went, “That was unexpected..” He said with a baffled expression on his face.. Well he found it now what? He set the syringe down on the counter and pulled out the spoon he wanted it. Now that he knew where it was he’d deal with the problem later. Now, he was going to eat his cereal and enjoy the last few moments of peace he’d have left.

><(((*>><(((*>><(((*>><(((*>><(((*>><(((*>Does it radiate?
><(((*>><(((*>><(((*>><(((*>><(((*>Does it break your heart in two?
><(((*>><(((*>><(((*>><(((*>Does it take you down?
><(((*>><(((*>><(((*>When you don't know where you're running to.
><(((*>><(((*>Does it save your faith?
><(((*>Does it ever go that far?
What else is it for?

[rajio_obake]

(needs to change)Queen-Bee Hullo
Queen-Bee Hullo
Queen-Bee Hullo
Dreamer Hullo
Band Geek Hullo
Skater Hullo
Original Hullo
Teachers Pet Hullo
Overachiever Hullo

[rajio_obake]

тнє guιtαяιsт ;; glαss α∂vιsσя
I'm so bored your words aren’t making sense.
And I was taken, but you were waiting,
One more drink and I’m convinced.
Not one more sound. Let your hair down.
Take the low road. No one will know.

ifawkedyou God was Lewis living the good life. He always has been. He’s never had to work hard to get anything in life; everything in his life was handed to him on a silver platter. Everything on that platter was prettied up as best it could be to hide the ugliness within it. People always view Lewy as the bad guy… But Lewy is just a normal guy and enjoys the simple things in life… Like women. He loved women, some people however (-cough-Dillon-cough) assume that just because he sleeps with a bunch of women means he is heartless.. That’s far from the fact; Lewy has to at least give the women something of him they want. First off girls usually want to be told how pretty they are, then how much they are loved, all the positives in life none of the negative like how ugly their nose is at a certain angle or how when they try to speak it sounds like a hoarse toad.. And finally after showering them with compliments, comments and things of the like then could Lewis give them something else of they wanted… And how crude would it be if he said ‘the daddy d**k’?.. Most likely very crude.. Lewis could be a rap artist just from his daily speech alone. But it was true. Woman had a sex drive just like men, and like men they longed to be complete in their own unique way.. And Lewis gave them that and hey he got something out of the relationship to.. yes he’d say ‘a good ********’.. yep Lewy’s vocabulary skills knew no bounds.

ifawkedyou Last night was no exception to his word choice or to the ladies… Lewy had gone to an after party last night celebrating the tour that was to start tomorrow. He knew a lot about the tour. Why? Well Lewis was actually like the second manager so to speak. He kept in good with the boss and went to more than just the press conferences. Heck he even produced their first, and soon to be second, album with his own money. He didn’t have to… Nope. He could’ve let someone else chalk in some money and get their name in tiny, miniscule small print. But since the ravenette had the cash to spare he didn’t feel like it was going out of his way to produce the CD.. Though he did like to drag it out like it was only to get the girls to be more sympathetic than usual. Ah the glories of word play. At one of the open bars he was telling this to two girls this story and either it was the vodka in their system or the way he told them his tale that left them deeply moved.. So moved that he had his limousine driver take them back to his apartment. Sure he could’ve bought a five star hotel, but for just one night it didn’t seem worth it.. Plus he wouldn’t have to deal with the paparazzi photos that were sure to ensue if he simply took them back to his well guarded abode. And if either girl was still thirsty, Lewy had a few bottles of wine he wouldn’t mind popping if it meant a night of good, clean, risqué fun.

ifawkedyou Waking up in-between both girls in their birthday suits was just the start of a good day. Sure he had to crawl over one of the two to get out of the bed, but that fact was overlooked as he made his way into the bathroom. Lewy made sure to lock the door behind him.. It wasn’t that he didn’t want the red-head and blonde joining him into the shower… They already helped him get clean last night.. He just figured it be good to get the scent of sex off of him. No sense walking about the whole day with the pheromones all over his body… He gave himself a wink and did a few poses in the mirror admiring himself in all his glory. With a start like this there was no way Lewis’s day would have a downer. His face was flawless, sure he had the sex hair going on but once he took a bath that would all be fixed. He heated up a cold shower just to start the day.. Sure cold showers weren’t his favorite, but they were necessary if he wanted to get some work done today… Like finishing up packing his suitcases for example.. Because, yes, Lewy had yet to.. All else fails he’ll just throw all his clothes into the suitcases and that’ll be it. He jumped in the shower regretting not letting the two girls, whose names he did not know, join him… But maybe if they stayed around till lunch he’d have no problem taking another bath if it simply meant more fun on his part. He lost track of time in his thoughts and the cold shower became.. Colder? Well he scrubbed up his body in Old Spice and washed his hair with some of the color Pantene collection that was supposed to keep dark hair like his dark. Lewy dried himself off and didn’t even bother wrapping a towel around his waist since he was so comfortable in his body as to not care. Plus it wasn’t like the girls in his room would complain..

ifawkedyou As Lewis walked out to his bedroom he saw the two females starting to stir and stretch as they awoke in his bed. Niether looked like they were all there. If Lewy had to place a bet he’d guess both females had a massive hangover. But he wasn’t one to judge; even though he didn’t have one because he only had a glass of wine last night. He shook the towel on his hair in hopes to dry his hair off. At his dresser he pulled out some black and white striped boxers and slipped them on along with a pair of baggy blue jeans. A black belt through the belt loop… Lewy was at HIS apartment. He didn’t have to get dressed if he didn’t want to.. Heck he could go the whole day in nothing for all he cared. The only reason he put something on was because of the two girls there. It wasn’t like they weren’t beautiful they were.. And Lewy wouldn’t mind screwing both again.. But right now wasn’t the time for that. Right now he wanted to fix up his hair and play some good old-fashioned video game.. on his Xbox 360 at that! He’d sleep with the two again.. Yes.. He’d even strip out of the jeans he just put on to do it again. But he’d rather limit himself. There was no sense on being an unneutered dog on the issue Lewy had class.. Even if it was about the size of an ice cube, and like an ice cube at times it melted and you needed to refreeze it. If that made sense, congrats! That’s Lewy for yah. He always had to blow dry his hair air drying always seemed to ruin it. He pulled out the blow-dryer from the dresser drawer and went to work. When it was dry and still a tad damp he pulled out the straightner and went about straitening and teasing till he had his signature look. Using hairspray when necessary. And NO this was not ‘girly’ it was perfection.

ifawkedyou Only till after his hair was complete did Lewy walk out of his room to go to his bigscreen HD flat to hook up his games. He was so physced to get to bash some heads in or something of the like… Who knew? Maybe Jezzy was online.. Or Loon… How the guitarist knew the two? Good question and let’s start with Jezzy. It’s no surprise the pink haired female is a pornstar. He met on set. Yes he was in one of her videos simply because it was extra cash and even though he didn’t need doesn’t mean he wouldn’t like it. Lewis would like to think the two had quite the time, if you’ve ever seen the movie that’s been leaked onto the web by now it sure looks like the two were having a good ol’time. And though most celebs regret having a film leaked onto the web… Lewy has no remorse. It’s just a video and he lives his life with no regrets. (Except for tah ‘skanky-whore-betch-etc’ known as Jaime.. and we’ll get to her in a moment or so..) The ravenette took enjoyment watching how many views it keeps getting… Back to Jezzy, yes he has slept with her before and that’s how he learned she had an Xbox and it wasn’t long till they played a few games together.. Sure he hasn’t played with the other female in a while.. But he’s been indisposed more or less. ‘Probably hella more… they always get you with them extras..’ Lewis rolled his eyes with the thought simply brushing it up as the load screen came on and he noted Jezzy wasn’t online but instead Loon was.

ifawkedyou How Lewis and Loon met? Well that was quite a fun thing to bring up and discuss simply from the ridiculous factor of it alone. Lewy was driving his white Ferreira at the time with his sunglasses on. And as he pulled up to the stop light another car pulled up beside him. Glancing at the other driver it wasn’t long before they were revving each’s own respective car and their game faces were on. The moment the lights turned green they were off. It’s a wonder there was no cop to pull them over or another car on the road at the time. The face lasted a good five minutes till the other driver pulled over due to an empty gas tank. Lewy made a U-turn, illegal but not as illegal as the drag race, getting out of his precious car he bluntly told the other “You owe me a beer. You Lost.” A quick statement and the other agreed to it. Out of the kindness of Lewy’s heart, he took the other to the nearest gas station so he could get some gas to put in his car. When the whole car issue was over and fixed it was time to head to the bar where Lewy got his free beer. The two introduced themselves and Lewy learned that Loon, like him, was a guitarist. A few more drinks into it the two learned a few things about the other like how the bassist of Lewy’s band used to be in Loon’s (fact was simply noted not discussed)… And how both owned Xbox’s and had a similar taste in games (this was discussed well onto the night).. They traded numbers and it wasn’t long till the two acquaintances started hanging out more and more and had quite the friendship.

ifawkedyou The only known downfall of this friendship was the fact that Loon had hooked up with Jaime. Oh Jaime, Jaime, Jaime… If it wasn’t for the fact he’d surely go to jail Lewis would make personally sure that she was never able to have sex ever again.. And yes that meant sewing up a few things.. These dark thoughts only came about when he thought of Jaime.. It wasn’t like he cared for her and she broke his heart… No it was more like the guitarist picked her up at a bar, similar to that of last night, and when at his place he left her alone in his room after they made out on his couch for a bit. And when the raven haired male returned he learned the girl had stolen his wallet. Yes Lewy was Livid beyond words. He had to file missing identity papers, terminate credit card and bank accounts, he even lost a few gift cards and cash in that wallet.. ‘Swear to god she’s lucky she has a v****a! Anything else she’d be in the Hudson river in plastic bags by now!’ NO! Lewy is not a secret murder and he has killed people in the past.. He was just really pissed about the whole situation and years of being a loyal Dexter Morgan fan gave him a few ideas now and again.. Though the tip of the iceberg was that Loon had hooked up with the ugly-skum-a**-butch and as much as Lewy wants to tell Loon how much his woman is just going to screw him over, not that she hasn’t already both figuratively and literally.. Lewy can’t tell Loon simply because it would show a form of weakness to a woman which Lewis does not have. The guitarist for Glass Advisor could hold his own, thank you.

ifawkedyou Logging on to the system he made sure his headset and microphone were set up correctly and all that jazz before he joined Loon’s Live. “By god I had a great night!” Was the fist thing he said as he entered the room. Lewis was quite enjoying the game and got into it so much he hadn’t noticed the topless girls from the night before on both sides of him whispering their wishes in his ear, “You can blow me later I’m a little busy atm..” Sure it slipped his mind that he said this into a microphone as he told the redhead to wait. The girls seemed intent to stay by his side though the blonde did leave to fix a cup of coffee.. If he wasn’t on yellow health he would’ve told her to just go to Starbucks or something instead of using his stuff up, not that he’d be doing it anytime soon because of the tour. In the game he made his way into a room were he started to hear the weird song that played whenever a witch came on, “Damn those crazy bitches are sexy..” Lewy said as he went about getting attacked by the witch, as he’d lost his concentration when the redhead started to rub his chest, he chuckled a bit before pointing out, “Looks like she’s raping my charrie.” If it was yet to be noticed Lewis was easily amused… and right now.. He was.




Whoa, I feel just like I’m taking control,
Of the night, of the night. (yeh-ah-yah)
Whoa, I feel just like we’re losing control,
But if you let go, I'll let go tonight.

I'm coming down. Bring me up.
Take it off. Let’s just touch.

[Mephreyu_Ansom]

Gяαнαm Lєnzσ Ellιs

Can I just be something, Somewhere in your room,
That you won't notice. Maybe I'll be paper,
Or books thrown on your floor, Move me when you want to.
I'll live where you put me, In your VCR,
If I become a cassette.

Graham had to admit he did miss working back home. He lived close to his family. This was nice for a guy like him where family played an important role. He got to hang out with his siblings on his time-off or breaks... But he wasn’t solely a family type of guy.. Nah, he enjoyed hanging out with his few friends too. He had a few close friends simply from the fact some couldn’t handle his constant superstitious qualities. When he was younger he was a full believer in the; ‘Don’t Step on a crack or you’ll break your mother’s back’. There was a time someone who was teasing him did step on a crack, but he didn’t believe Graham when he said what was going to happen. She ended up tripping down the stairs and breaking her back, though not seriously she was confined to her bed for about two months. Everyone else in the neighborhood brushed the incident off as a fluke… Graham took it to heart. “I told you so!” he remembered saying when the other guy returned to school the next day.. Sure it ended up giving the lanky boy a black eye at the time. But over the years he’s learned that some things are better left unsaid… Like when his sister died. He had to hold his tongue to stop himself from saying the signs were all there.. Did it matter though? No. She was already dead and it was all too late. Nothing could’ve been done to bring her back, no dark arts or alchemy could’ve undone the mess the criminal created.

Did they ever catch the criminal? To his knowledge no. He could be out there still murdering kids just to rob a house of a few diamonds for all Graham knew.. Or maybe he was dead and his body was never found so the cops had no records.. Either way Graham tried not to let his family’s tragedy stay on his mind for too long or else he wouldn’t get any work done. There had been times in highschool he’d stayed up late recreating the crime in a journal sketching out the floor plans of his house (badly at that), a stick figure to represent people times were written in bullets to say where the family members were at the allocated time… He was so engrossed in his work his sophomore year that he was disappointed to remember there was still nothing he could have done. He ended up trashing most of the books and papers throwing them into the fireplace later that year only so he could focus on more important things at the time like his grades and trying to get accepted into a college for criminal justice. The one thing he did keep though was a picture of his sister and the date she was pronounced dead on the back of it. It was in his wallet while back in his apartment he had a shoebox of similar things, pictures of victims with their death dates… Some had the date their killer was caught on the back, others were still blank. It was just another quirk on the list of odd habits Graham had. He didn’t know when he started it but he was watching one of the criminal hour specials on TV and one of the cops said they’d done it and it seemed like a good idea at the time.

When the brunette was still by his work locker he received the text from Piran. Maybe it was just his cautious nature. Or the fact that Graham hadn’t gotten out much to meet and greet people while he was here. So if he sounded a tad nervous over the electronic device, one it was typed and a text message doesn’t have a voice on the other side. And two.. Maybe he actually was. Sure if he looked at it as him doing something sneaky he would continue to stay nervous… But if he thought of this as just part of his job and another case, there was the chance he’d get over his fear of potentially getting caught and just do what he was paid to do. Sure he did miss getting out and looking about, he didn’t know why they were getting stuck with some of the gimp cases.. He’d heard word from the other members of the department it had to do with the fact he was new and the cruise ship case. Sure he didn’t know much about the case, Graham had been tempted to read the case file.. Though he didn’t think it would be in his best interest to simply because if he was supposed to know what happened on the ship he would’ve been told and yes Pai had told him some tid-bits. But not all… Plus it wasn’t like Graham as completely into telling stories, he hadn’t even told his partner most of the events that happened in his own life. It was just hard to piece together how to tell people about his life and leave out a major part that explains it all. ‘Yeh My sis was murdered.’ Yep. He just stopped telling people so they wouldn’t have to give him the pity look.


‘Hah you say so.. Well I just got here…
Guess I’ll be running into you sooner…
Or later. I’m gonna just go with the sooner.’


With the message to Piran off and sent. The superstitious was off reading his horoscope. He had to say it concerned him a bit. Did that mean he was supposed to go to the festival or not.. And if he was supposed to go was he hypothetically allowed to work… Or was he going to have to be detached from the situation and not work at all and it will just fall into his lap like money in a fake parade… Graham thought on this for a while only to be thrust back into with a jolt to his backside as someone wrapped themselves around them. If he hadn’t heard the squeal a few seconds before and matched the voice with the face Graham may’ve been too shocked to think rationally. When asked about a case a part of Graham thought the Chief had finally issued them one, only to hear the rest of the question and answer with an, “Eh… no..” Though he did wish he had a case, and then he could keep his mind at bay. “I was just reading something before I was going to figure why my check bounced…” Since they’d been working together for a while he was sure the shorter male knew that the ‘something’ was his horoscope. He was wondering if he should tell Pai, just to forewarn the male if he wasn’t at his peak condition. It seemed like something he needed to mention but he was going to hold off at least till he was sure he knew what it meant and had a plan for what he was going to do about it.. Sure he was tempted to check other sites and see if they’d produce the same answer, yet why do that? What if the other sites had different predications then he’d have to worry over the other ones too. The brunette still hadn’t eaten his fortune cookie so he had that to look forward to.

While Piran expressed his disdain for paperwork, Graham was holding in his agreement simply because of the closeness of the other. Sure since he hadn’t told the other male about his older brother Pai didn’t know Graham’s nervousness to the human anatomy, sure it was notable by the tenseness of his skin and he knew from working with the other it was just the way he was and Graham didn’t want to state anything about it but it was bothering him mentally. He tried to ignore this as he focused on the other speaking.. But if he was this close much longer Graham didn’t know what he’d do. ‘Does he think less of me…?’ Graham wondered as he had pieced together his partner’s last statement with ease. Or maybe it was just the fact that Graham was naturally looking for other options that would’ve made him completely overlook what Pai had actually meant in his sentence. Because if he wasn’t listening as closely as he had he would’ve brushed it off and not thought much of it.. It was about then thoughts of what his horoscope said flushed back into his mind and started to make him question if he really was ‘all there’ for work today. He waited for his partner to loosen his grip before he stood up and stretched, “Sure… It’d probably be for the best anyway.” A generic statement at best and one that just seemed to fit nicely for both what had been said and what hadn’t. As he followed into Piran’s office he leaned against the wall he stared up at the ceiling for a bit before bring his eyes back down to look at Pai. “Soo… The last cases?” He couldn’t help but ask in an enticed tone as wonder and curiosity got the better of him.




But things can't be perfect,
All the time, that I know.
Sometimes we just have to let some things go.
I will not say one word, I'll just hang around, I won't annoy you at all.
When you move out I'll stay, Until I'm thrown away,
But then it won't matter.