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[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

----------------------&[/color]back to basics

» forget my name Stephan Ajax Leandre
» to you, i'm just AJ, Stephan
» last time i checked I‘ve got some dangly bits (Which means I‘m a boy you douche)
» too many candles Seventeen candles to light the house on fire with
» treat me like a king September thirteenth
» gimme more I say I‘m straight as a rod, but that‘s up for debate.
» heels over head For none of your business
» don't ******** with me I‘m gonna sock you in the eye, just cause I’m the newbie

----------------------&[/color]appearances can be deceiving

» watchin' the world go by at 5‘5“
» i can still take you out 120
» with eyes wide shut Depends on the lighting. Their normally a sort of sea greenish blue. But I just think their turquoise.
» the taste of ink Psh, yeah, like I had any time to be getting any ******** tattoos with five brothers and sisters to look after.
» metal ftw Don‘t you people listen? I‘ll make it simple. No, I have no peircings
» no touchie! You can look but you can’ttouch. And if you do, I‘ll kick your a**.

----------------------&[/color]look a little deeper

» can't get enough My siblings -- Staying awake -- Sweets -- Showers -- Rain -- Thunderstorms -- Animals -- Physical Contact (sometimes) -- Gory Movies -- Loud Music -- Annoying my Shrink -- Being outside -- Reading really long books -- Flipping people off -- Taking care of people
» reverse this curse Squealing girls -- Getting Sick -- Being away from my siblings -- Mac --Mexican food -- Warmth -- Falling Asleep -- Nightmares -- Dizzy Spells -- Having an Asthma attack -- Bitter things -- Aching muscles -- Paper cuts -- Not being able to taste things -- Being restrained (having my wrists held so that they can’t move)
» i swear, i'll scream Dolls. Their creepy! -- Never finding my siblings -- Losing my ability to see -- Suffocating -- The feeling of being useless.
» it's the hard-knock life Okay, so where should I start? At the beginning you say? Alright, whatever you want. I was born on the thirteenth of September. Now that wouldn’t be so significant unless it was on a Friday right? Right. You know how everyone says that’s a bad luck? Their right. I am one big walking bag of bad luck, so steer clear. I suppose I’ll have to go into that later right? Well I am the oldest of six kids. Yes six kids. Esme and Jackson were hump happy, sue me. Who are Lilly and Jackson? My ever so loving mother and Father. Why did I call them by their names? Because I hate their guts. Why? That, my friends is what this is all about.

But first, I’ll go into a little bit about my siblings. The second oldest after me is Jasper and he’s fifteen now. Pain in the a** really, but he’s a good kid. The third oldest or the ‘middle child’ is Alexandra and she’s fifteen too. See, Jasper and Alexandra are fraternal twins. She’s just like her brother, a pain in the a** but a good kid all the same. You could say she’s the brains of the duo while Jasper’s the brawn. The second youngest is Quinn, and he’s very intelligent for an eleven year old. Kinda scary, he could take over the world if he wanted to. Then there is Katlyn and Kathryn. They are the babies at eight and their identical twins. Adorable and extremely lovable and cuddly like kittens. I miss them so much…I’m getting ahead of myself though. I suppose you want to know a little bit about my parents. My mother, Esme was a stay at home mother who was supposed to be a writer, but she basically sat on her a** all day and made me or the older twins do all the work while she was ‘writing.’ Dad worked at a bar as a bartender, meaning he had unlimited access to booze and he brought it home with him every night, and therefore the boozing party would begin. They weren’t abusive drunks or anything, they just weren’t responsible. They would crash and leave the house in a mess, with cigarettes and broken bottles laying around for us to clean up.

It was something we were used too. Well when I was about to turn fourteen, Mom and dad had one of their little parties, and one of dad’s cigarettes fell onto the retarded shag carpet we had in our house and caught on fire, which spread to the curtains and then to the furniture, and then to any spilt alcohol there was on the floor. Yup, you guessed it, the house caught on fire and burnt to the ground. If I hadn’t managed to drag my parent’s out side (it wasn’t hard, they were tiny plus I had the older twins help) they would have died. Sometimes I think I should have just left them there. After that there was the whole process with the cops and then child cervices when they realized that it was our parents fault, which was stress upon stress upon more stress. And as soon as I found out that we wouldn’t be able to go live with our uncle (who was a whole lot more responsible and faaaaar more fun to be around), who lived on his own at the time, I started to worry. Child cervices tried to find another family member who could take us all in. But they either couldn’t get a hold of them, or they wouldn’t have been able to handle the financial burden of taking in six kids. When they told us we would have to go a foster home. Separately. Meaning that I would be separated from my little brothers and sisters. Of course when I protested, they pulled the bull s**t excuse that ‘oh we’ll make sure that your close together and you can see each other whenever you want!” I didn’t fall for that.

So we escaped. I gathered up my siblings, emptied my savings account (which I had been putting money in since I was nine) and we took off. I only had about two hundred bucks, so we couldn’t do much with it. But we escaped and avoided the cops for a good while. And I think after a while they just stopped looking. We moved about for three years, coming to settle at this place under a bridge. I had gathered up a bunch of boxes and some two by fours and constructed this shabby sort of shack for us. It wasn‘t nice per say, but it kept us mostly out of the rain. Looking back on it, I feel bad for the kids, I know it must have been hard for them, moving around so much. But they never complained, other than when they got hungry. That was what got us caught actually, that an one of the younger twins, Katlyn had gotten sick with a cold. So, I went to some little gas station and ‘picked up’ (AKA: stole) some cheep children’s medicine and some dinky hot dogs and lunchables for every one. When I went to sneak out, one of the owners dogs started barking at me and chick behind the counter spotted me and started shouting for her parents. I booked it, and I thought I had gotten away.

Till the next day when the cops showed up. At first I told them that this was just a little hide away, like a fort that me and my siblings had made, but when they saw the sorry state we were all in, they took us in. And just to make matters worse, when they realized that we were the kids who had run away from child cervices all those years ago, I, being the oldest, got into even more trouble on top of the trouble I was in for stealing. But, since I was only stealing so that my family didn’t die, they made me apologize to all the places I’d stolen from and pay them back by working off the debt (which was…well not fun, though not a whole lot, seeing as I’d only stolen when I couldn’t get food from the shelters or I couldn’t buy it after we had run out of money). They tried to separate us at first, and I immediately told them that if they tried, I’d make another escape. So they let us stay together with several child cervices agents around the orphanage that we were staying in, including three to watch us and make sure we stayed out of trouble. It wasn’t until three weeks before I turned seventeen that it hit that we were going to be separated, no matter what I said. I of course put up a fight whenever someone even thought about adopting one of my siblings. Of course this sort of put off anyone from adopting me, and that’s why I’m at Mac. When they told me that I was going to Mac and my siblings weren’t, I literally pitched a fit. I had just had my birthday, and they told me the next day by having my stuff packed up in a suit case and hauling me off and out of the orphanage. I attacked two of the child cervices guys that were bringing me to Mac and that didn’t help my situation at all. So, here I am, and I am not happy to be here. I have no idea if my little brothers and sisters are still at the orphanage, or if they’ve been adopted. But as soon as I’m out of Mac I’m gonna go look for them and take them back.

My personality has taken a couple drastic changes. I’ve been forced to grow up way faster than a normal kid would, so you could say that I’m ‘wise’ beyond my years. It’s just common sense though. I’m a bit of a mother hen, which is from taking care of my siblings. I can’t help it, it just comes naturally. I’m usually a really nice person, but some things just set me off and I’m in a bad mood for the rest of the day and very little can cheer me up. I do have a temper, but I mostly gets taken out on my pillow (you have no idea how many pillows I’ve gone through), so I’m not particularly violent towards people unless someone I like is hurt. I hate shrinks, so whenever I’m in a session, I refuse to speak to them. Their questions get on my nerves. I’ve got these odd moments when I love being touched. Not in that perverted way, but just simple touches, like someone stroking my arm, or being hugged or just leaning against someone. I‘m normally only like that when I‘ve had a long day or a bad nightmare. Then there are other times that I hate contact in any way and will flinch away from even the slightest touch. So my personality varies with every day. I do rash things sometimes, like stealing some ones cigarette and smoke it, even if it stirs up my asthma. Or I smart off to someone and get into a fist fight (which doesn’t happen very often, but every once in a blue moon…). So yeah, I’m weird.
» i live by this “Don‘t be such a douche bag.” & “I‘m not afraid, I was born for this.”
» my theme song How we Operate - Gomez

----------------------&[/color]behind the mask

» my mood ring Purple
» the puppeteer PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

☠ ✖Stephan Alestor Delacroix✖ ☠

Can read the Tarot Cards and believes In Ghosts.

You can call me Stephan, Alestor or Crow. Whatever you can come up with.

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Never Fear Shadows. They simply mean there's a Light Shinning somewhere nearby.

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

✖ ✖ ✖Stephan ajax Leandre✖ ✖ ✖

Wields a few Strong Instincts and a little Common Sense

I go by AJ or Stephan, take your pick.

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In a Broken Nest there are a few Whole Eggs

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

{What counts is not necessarily the size of the dog in the fight - it’s the size of the fight in the dog}

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» Colt, Colton, Dev, Devi (hates it) Dante«

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Hey there! Now what do you want?!
I was born on the September 26th, which makes me Seventeenteen years old.
I'm a Boy, the last I checked, who prefers the other boys. I guess that makes me One of those darn Homosexuals
I stand at Five food Ten inches, i'd say I was Lean, but kinda underweight
I'm also known as `mister Streetwise Hottie, posting in Dark red

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•••Fact one: My name is Coltrane Devland-Leandre, but that’s just the name I was given at birth. I no longer associate myself with the Leandre clan, so therefore I don’t go by that name anymore. I go by Dante, which is my street name. It fits I suppose, meaning ‘lasting’ in Italian. I’ve lasted through a s**t load of stuff that most kids don’t know in a life time.
•••Fact two: I was born and ‘raised’ in New Orleans, Louisiana. Mardi Gras central baby! I love it there, I really do even if my old family is there. I love the scenery of the bayou and the hospitality of most of the people there. Not to mention the amazing food, the superstition and the back wood‘s Cajuns that I‘ve become friends with. I don’t think I would ever want to live somewhere else.
•••Fact three: I’ve lived on the streets since I was twelve, due to my mother shoving me out the door and telling me to never come back. I apparently was too much of a burden on both her and her wallet. I still to this day don’t know exactly why she suddenly kicked me out like that, but I suspect it’s got something to do with the new beau she’s got. He never liked me, for whatever reason. I didn’t have any other family to go to, so I ended up on the streets.
•••Fact four: I don’t have a permanent home, I stay wherever someone will put me up or I can get into a place to sleep. If that means I have to break into a vacant apartment, then I’ll do it. I can usually stay with some of the friends I’ve made on the street, but I never stay in one place for too long.
•••Fact five: I can make money, so I’m not just some bum begging for money. I’ll run errands, be hired part time as a dive or dinky dinner, a delivery boy. Those are the more…moral jobs that I’ve done. I’ve run drugs to other people, broken into houses, beat people up for others and other things that are a little more personal, such as selling myself. Surprisingly enough, that’s what get’s me the most money, so even if I don’t like to do it, I do it to get the money. So with that little information, you could say that I’m a jack of all trades. One thing though. I don’t hurt innocent people. I don’t mug them or attack people who haven’t done anything wrong. If you want me to beat someone up, you better have some solid proof of what they did to you.
•••Fact six: The first time I allowed myself to do the whole ‘use my body to get the cash’ was when I was thirteen. Some guy, drunk off his a** was wandering around and he came up to me and mistook me for a girl. How he managed to do that, I don’t know. I don’t look like a girl, or at least I hope not. But anyway he thought I was some prostitute and asked me to give him a BJ for forty bucks. At first I told him no, but he persisted and started raising the price. It got up to sixty-eight bucks before I gave in. I needed the money. I can’t say I was good at it, I had no idea what I was doing but the guy enjoyed himself and I got paid. I was disgusted with myself, anyone would be, but after I got a few more requests like that (some from drunk people and some from not), I realized that I was only doing it for the money, and just ignored the disgusted part of myself that told me I was a skank.
•••Fact seven: After that the requests steadily got more and more…intimate, and I was fourteen when I first had sex. It was with some woman, I don’t even remember her. She asked me for a quickie behind some bar. I got one hundred and sixteen bucks out of it. After that It was just one request after another, but It got to the point where I would avoid being with women. I realized that It was more bearable when I was with a guy, and just switched completely. It’s a miracle, it really is, but I’ve never contracted a disease, if you can believe that. I’ve made sure I was careful of that. If I was going to do this, then I was going to be safe about it. I use the money I make afterwards to get checked out, and thankfully, I’ve never contracted any nasty diseases.
•••Fact eight: I’ve certainly gained some enemies living the way I do. Gangs and thugs don’t like me for a bunch of different reasons, either I beat them to a job, I have friends the don’t like, or even because of the way I look at people. So I’ve gotten into more fights than I care to remember, and I’ve got scars and marks to show for it. I’ve had to fend off a couple of gangs from trying to beat me up, steal the money I’ve managed to save up, or even kill me. That’s why I don’t fall into a gang. While there is support in numbers, if you’re a loner your better off because you don’t associate yourself with anyone other than those you have to.
•••Fact nine: School wasn’t…apart of my life. I already knew my basics in everything so I figured I was pretty well off. I had always had good reading and comprehension skills, and I reading at a twelfth grade level when I was eight. I was reading a thousand page novels by ten years of age. Math was hard, I could never concentrate when I was in school, and the teachers technique sucked. So embarrassingly enough, I can just barely do basic math…I’ve got, or rather I had a pretty good vocabulary, but I was a sucky speller. But I can easily say that I’ve learned a whole lot of things that I never would have learned if I had been aloud to stay with my mother. Now whether or not that’s a good thing, is all up for interpretation.
•••Fact ten: I’m a fairly calm person. I don’t raise my voice unless I need to. And usually I don’t need to, my tone usually warns people to back off if I’m in a foul mood. But I’ve learned that you can’t always leap before you look. So I think things through before I act, most of the time. I have been known to let my emotions get the better of me and I rush it without thinking about the consequences. But living the way I do, you have to use your head, or else you get yourself killed. So needless to say, I’m not stupid, far from it. I like to think that I know what I’m doing most of the time, I’m in control of everything I do and I don’t like to relinquish that control. I feel vulnerable and I hate it.
•••Fact eleven: I have a bad habit of smarting off to people. It just happens, I can’t really stop it. When people come at me, I tend to be a smart a** and throw sarcastic comments back at them. Don’t get me wrong, I know how to fight, but I can use my words sometimes. Plus, it’s fun and a smart move to piss your opponent off. It makes them lose control and then you have the upper hand when they make stupid mistakes. I can tell you though, my comments have landed me into a whole bunch of trouble and put me in some pretty sticky situations. So my sarcasm is a win/lose sort of thing.
•••Fact twelve: Even if I don’t like to keep a whole lot of contacts with people I meet on the street, I do have a couple close friends that have helped me out of tight jams. For them, they can call on me for help at any time. Once I grow attached to someone, I’m loyal, to the point that I’d risk my life for theirs.
•••Fact thirteen: I’m bitter. I’ll admit it. There are times when I hate my mother with a passion for forcing me to have to live this life. I tell myself I’m over it, and I push it out of my mind, but I cant help but feel angry and betrayed over things. I’ve got a sort of pessimistic view of things. I know that good things don’t happen without something not so good happening in return. I know that some people will backstab you as soon as it gets a little dirty, and I know people will use you without even felling sorry for it. If there is one thing that I’m grateful for about this life I have to live, is that it’s taught me how most people really are.

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♥♥♥Sleeping on something soft
♥♥♥The smell in the air after it rains
♥♥♥The rain
♥♥♥Being with the small group of friends I have
♥♥♥Pissing off stupid people
♥♥♥Home cooked meals
♥♥♥The bayou back home
♥♥♥Mardi Gras!
♥♥♥Being able to relax
♥♥♥Pizza
♥♥♥Getting out my frustration on a punching bag (AKA: someone who attacks me)

✖✖✖Certain ‘jobs’ I have to do
✖✖✖Sex
✖✖✖Getting sick
✖✖✖The cold
✖✖✖Having to defend myself everywhere I go
✖✖✖Bland food
✖✖✖Feeling exposed
✖✖✖Being restrained
✖✖✖Feeling out of control
✖✖✖Having my eyes covered
✖✖✖Having to spend money

☠Never achieving my dream of getting off the street.
☠Losing my eyesight.
☠The idea of being buried alive.
☠Dolls. They scare the ever living s**t out of me.

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I don’t have many tattoos, simply because I don’t want a whole lot of them. Having a bunch of tattoos on me would look…really weird. But I do have one tattoo that a friends of mine gave me. He own his own tattoo place and gave me a tat for free after running an errand for me. I got ‘Tout péché apporte it’s propre punition’ tattooed across my shoulder blades with gothic lettering. It’s French and it translates into ‘Every sin brings it’s own punishment’. I thought it was fitting. I don’t have anymore tattoos. I only have my ear lobes pierced, again a gift for running errands for a friend. I can tell you though, they hurt like a mother when they got infected…

I’ve got plenty of scars, more than I want to list so I’ll stick with the main ones. I have on the back of my right arm from climbing over a chain-link fence. When I was jumping over I got my shirt caught and it caught my arm as well, it’s only about three inches and it healed well. I’ve got a bite mark on my right wrist from a pit bull that someone had chase me down. Nasty little bugger and hurt like hell too. And the biggest ones I’ve got is on my left hip/side, I’ve got two side by side foot long scars from a knife. I was doing a ‘favor’ for a guy and I didn’t know his tastes were that kinky. Needless to say I’m not into the whole masochism crap. those are the ones I'm most sensative about, and I don't like being asked how I got them. It's embarrassing enough as it is. All the other scars are just little nicks from me being clumsy and scratching myself.

Other than that there isn’t much else. Oh, I’m fiercely protective of my wallet. You touch it, your head’s gonna roll. I worked too hard for some numb nut coming in and stealing my cash.

» PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL «

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

Stephan

xxxx `m i s t e r xxx Inhaler Addict
Steven xxx PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL xxx #0b6999

Poor kid. He wheezes more than an old man. He’s got horrible asthma and get’s attacks almost on a daily basis. Mostly it’s exercise induced, but he can get them if he’s startled enough and during the night as well. He can’t leave without his trusty inhaler, and he gets really testy when people take it from him. This is from an incident from a while back, so no it's at the point where he isn’t afraid to kick the crap out of anyone who attempts to steal his inhaler. Not to mention he gets extremely defensive when people try to help him. He perceives it as pity. He’s highly self-conscious about his asthma, and doesn’t like to talk about it.

Timid. Self-conscious. Sweet. Wallflower. Good listener

Tyler

xxxx `m i s t e r xxx Wonder Cook
Ty-bear xxx PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL xxx #00C957

Oh, boy can this kid cook! Anything you can imagine, any dish from all over the world. Just ask and he can cook it for you. He knows the ins and outs of the kitchen, grocery store, and refrigerator. He’s a fast learner so anything he doesn’t know, he doesn’t not know it for long. The only thing that’s kept him from owning his own restaurant? He’s the biggest klutz you’ve ever seen. He burns himself with the oven and stove top, he slices his hands open with the knives and he trips over his own feet, spilling or dropping anything he makes. Now he’s careful to not get anything icky into the food, extremely careful. He’s a firm believer in washing your hands before you cook, but he’s just so un-coordinated. If he could get over his clumsiness, he’d be on the fast track to success.

Adorable. Clumsy. Easygoing. Playful. Trusting

Zarek

xxxx `m i s t e r xxx Photographic Memory
Zack xxx PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL xxx rosybrown

What’s the deal with this seemingly normal, everyday Cajun boy? Well, for one thing, he’s got a knack for taking pictures along with a photographic memory. He can remember things from when he was two, unlike most people. For another thing, this kids got an unfortunate past, involving him and another student from another state. Let’s just say they had a bad falling out and he remembers every. Pain. Staking. Detail. Of that day. It kills him, and because of that he’s got a few minor problems.

Quiet. Kind-hearted. Restless. Unpredictable. Melancholy

Coltrane

xxxx `m i s t e r xxx Streetwise hottie
Dante xxx PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL xxx Darkred

‘Well, well, well, who’s this little thug?’ That’s what all the adults in the neighborhood think and call him. Now is he really a thug? No, he’s just street wise. He knows what it takes to make it on the streets, anything and everything. He‘s lived on the streets since he was young and he‘s done anything you can think of to get money. That of course means some things he‘s not proud of, but when you‘ve got no other option, you do what you have to do. Is he homeless? Only in the since that he doesn’t really have a permanent home. He bums off of friends and every once in a while a relative. He can’t quite afford his own apartment yet, but he’s getting there! All he has to do is fend of the countless number of people that want the beat him up and take his hard earned money, for just a little while longer.

Intelligent. Bitter. Slightly pessimistic. Sarcastic. Dependable

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

Jasper Zackary Delacroix™

If I had a heart, this would be where I die of laughter!

PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL

xxxjυsт тнε Ьαsιcs

call me by my real name and i'll kick your a**→ Casper (the friendly ghost) The 'friendly ghost' part is optional.
just because I'm awesome like that→ The ever so playful funny boy
plentiful bounds of years→ Sixteen long years
peeking and teasing→ I carry the family jewels, so I’m a guy
loving and leaving→ Girls are fun to flirt with, but when it comes to the good stuff, the guys tickly my fancy. So Homosexual.
i've fallen in love→ The persuasive Cutie. But Shhh! I don‘t want him to know!

xxxlooκ αgαιη

no, i don't wear stilts→ A whopping five foot six inches
so not fat→ Eh, about 125 pounds
i swear it's natural→ It sometimes depends, I put in temporary dye every once in a while, but right now it’s black.
no colored contacts here→ Some say their green, some say their blue, I say their turquoise.
such lovely ink→ I don’t have any tattoos. For one I’m sixteen, and second of all my parents would never let me get one, not until I’m nineteen
there's metal in my skin→ Alas, no peircings either, which also sucks. I could think of a few peircings I would love to get.

xxxso dαyυм υηιqυe!

Mischievous→ I’m a mischief maker! I can’t help it. I like to tease people and I like to have a generally fun time. I’m very impish, and I’ve been known to pull minor pranks of teachers and fellow classmates. Nothing dangerous of course, but stuff that you can get a real kick out of it. I’m playful, and I have no problem with making perverted innuendos and going over the top to get a laugh or even a crack of a smile. I guess that means I’m a little dramatic, but I can’t help it. I’ll pretend (well I don’t have to pretend) to be gay, just to freak people out. It’s all in good fun.
Funny→ I love to make people laugh. It just gives me a whole lot of personal satisfaction to make people smile and laugh and have a good time. I’m not a serious person for the most part, only when I need to be. I’m all about living life and having a good time while doing it. Sometimes I’ll go to extremes to make people laugh, be it tripping over things or falling out of my chair. I really can’t be embarrassed. Very few things get to me and only my closest friends know what those things are. But I like making people laugh, and those who don’t think I’m funny…well, I consider them to be a challenge. Find what makes them smile and I use it.
Clumsy→ Oh lord you have no idea. I really am one of the clumsiest people in the world. I trip over my own feet, hell I trip over air. May sense of balance is horrible. I’ll walk into walls or door frames. I’ll fall out of chairs or down the stairs…heh I rhymed. Anyway, some people think it’s cute, I think it’s painful, but I don’t let it bother me. I’m just a klutz. Oh! And cooking, I can’t cook to save my life. I always cut myself with the knives or I spill things. I’m really uncoordinated.
Intelligent→ I like to think I’m smart, though there are times when I’ve done or said some really stupid stuff. Geography is my thing, what I really excel at. I can name off the capitals of any country. I know where cities are placed and I know about landmarks. I even know the longitude and latitude of pretty much most countries. But that’s just one thing. I’ve got a knack for learning languages, and some things come really easily for me. I don’t do so hot in history, just cause I don’t like to live in the past. Dwelling on things we’ve already done and can’t be changed just bores me to tears. I learn music by ear, and I’m a very kinetic person, so I learn by doing things hands on. Needless to say I’m good at making models and certain projects. But I like to learn, I really do.
Wary→ Okay, when I say wary, I don’t mean that I’m automatically suspicious of people. I don’t assume that people are out to get me or anything like that. But for people I’m just meeting I do sort of keep them at arms length, till I get a real feel for them and their personality. Then I open up pretty quickly. I sometimes have a bad habit of pushing people I don’t know away and just sort of cling to my friends. I don’t mean to, It’s just sort of habit. I like to keep my friends, so I’m always afraid that if a new person comes along, my friends will like them more. It’s a little selfish, but I’m not purposely being that way.

xxxεωωy αηd yυммy

Traveling→
Where do you think I got so interested in Geography from? My parents and I used to travel all the time when I was younger, and we still do during the summer. We would play guessing games about the country we were in, like where the biggest market was, what the capital was and things like that. I think you can learn more in traveling and getting real world experience than you can sometimes just sitting in a classroom. You learn a lot about people, culture, food, art and whole bunch of good stuff.
Soft Blankets→ Okay I’m gonna be a little general and say that I like all things soft. Animals, fabric, pillows and people even (hey, when you meet someone with uber soft skin, you learn to appreciate it more!). But I’ve got micro-fiber throws and blankets and pillows all over my room. I like clothing that’s soft to the touch. Not silk or satin, that feels weird under my fingers sometimes. But like soft leather, micro-fiber, soft cotton, all that stuff. Animals are soft, at least baby ones anyway. I like animals in general, so this is just an aspect that I like about them.
Music with fast beats→ I like to move, and dance. I’m not a slow moving person. I don’t mind slower music, but I’ll pick techno and rock over any pop or jazz. Not that those are bad, just not my cup of tea. If I’ve got my ear-buds in and I’m on my own or with a group of really good friends, I’ll sing and boogie down. Come to think of it…I’ll do that no matter where I am!
Thunder/lightning storms→ I think storms are beautiful. It shows the power of nature in one of it’s most beautiful forms. Just sitting out on our wrap around porch at home and watching a storm, smelling the rain and earth, hearing the thunder pound in your ears…I just feel clean afterwards. Like I’m a better person and I’ve washed away the grime of the day away. If I want to I’ll totally jump into puddles and dance in the rain, even if the chances are that I’ll get sick. And lightning storms are just so much fun to watch.
Languages→ I learn languages easily, so It’s only natural that I’d like language. I can speak a few different languages, though only two, possibly three can I say that I’m fluent in. Those would be Japanese, Latin, and Italian. I can speak Latin but not as easily as I can speak Japanese and Italian. I’m still learning German, Chinese, French, Greek and Russian. But learning a language not only prepares you incase you travel to a foreign country, but it’s also perfect if you feel the need to insult someone, and they don’t know the language you use!
Guys→ Okay, he’s a mucho big secret. You know how most boys have pervy dreams about girls? Well I have pervy dreams about guys! Yes, the truth is out, I happen to like men. You could say I like women as well, but not in a romantic sense. I like to flirt with girls, but I don’t date them. I reserve the dating for the guys. But it’s a secret. No one knows, well I imagine some of my friends might suspect it, but they haven’t said anything to me about it, so I’ll keep it under wraps for now. My parents don’t know. I will never tell my parents. They would skin me alive if they knew. They aren’t religious, they’re just homophobes, which sucks.

Getting Sick→ Thankfully, or unthankfully depending how you look at it, I don’t get sick much so I don’t really have to worry about it. But when I get sick, I am miserable. I loath having my nose runny or stopped up, that’s the worst part for me. I can handle the other stuff, but my nose being messed up get’s on my last nerve. Needless to say I’m pretty irritable, and snippy when I get sick and I sometimes take it out on others without meaning too. So whenever there is the slightest sign of my getting sick, I take vitamins and medicine to keep it from happening.
Horror/Slasher/Suspense movies→ I can’t stomach these sorts of movies. I jump and I scream and have a generally bad time while watching movies like this. The suspense makes me jump, so badly. It’s embarrassing really. And I promise you, if you make me watch a movie with a certain doll we all hate, I will squeal and probably wet myself. So it’s just better if we avoid movies like that all together, shall we?
Clowns/mascots→ Okay, Clowns freak the ever living s**t out of me. I swear to you, clowns are right up their with dolls in my book. So keep them the hell away from me. Mascots just annoy me. I avoid people in dog suits like the plague. I do not want some dude in a animal suit coming up to try and hug me.
Dolls→ Alrighty, Dolls. Seem innocent enough don’t they? WRONG! They are creepy little buggers, especially the ones that follow you with their eyes, no matter where you stand! But a certain doll that doesn’t seem to want to die, scares me the most. You know c-h-u-c-k-i-e. Don’t ever say that name around me, or else I will freak and hide behind someone bigger than me.
Not being able to see→ This is just a matter of balance. Whenever I’m blindfolded or someone covers my eyes I lose all sense of whatever little balance I have, which isn’t much anyway!
Being forced to do something→ I don’t like doing things I don’t like, obviously. Like the play for instance. My parents are forcing me to participate, something about how it would be good for me and look better on a college application or something. Acting doesn’t interest me in the least, but whatever. I’ll do it, but I’m certainly not happy about it. I’m very stubborn that way, and I’ll show my dislike openly.

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

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[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

The name that I was given at birth was Coltrane Devland Leandre
XXXBut I would appreciate it if you called me by my nickname, Dante
XXXXXXGet creative though. But even if come up with a snazzy nickname, doesn't mean I'll answer.
XXXXXXXXXI've been brought here and been labeled as Mister Streetwise Hottie

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He wears his heart safety pinned to his backpack,
his backpack is all that he knows…
Shot down by strangers,
who’s glances can cripple the heart,
and devour the soul…

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

The name that I was given at birth was Coltrane Devland Leandre
XXXBut I would appreciate it if you called me by my nickname, Dante
XXXXXXGet creative though. But even if come up with a snazzy nickname, doesn't mean I'll answer.
XXXXXXXXXI've been brought here and been labeled as Mister Streetwise Hottie

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He wears his heart safety pinned to his backpack,
his backpack is all that he knows…
Shot down by strangers,
who’s glances can cripple the heart,
and devour the soul…

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

The name that I was given at birth was Coltrane Devland Leandre
XXXBut I would appreciate it if you called me by my nickname, Dante
XXXXXXGet creative though. But even if come up with a snazzy nickname, doesn't mean I'll answer.
XXXXXXXXXI've been brought here and been labeled as Mister Streetwise Hottie

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He wears his heart safety pinned to his backpack,
his backpack is all that he knows…
Shot down by strangers,
who’s glances can cripple the heart,
and devour the soul…

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

“Speech is power: speech is to persuade, to convert, to compel.”

_____________Coltrane Alexander Leandre


» ●●● I make up for my lack of vocal skills with my written and listening skills, which means I’m the Mute listeners, you douche.
» ●●● Colt, Colton, Xander
» ●●● I was born on September thirteenth. Ooooh, bad joo-joo.
» ●●● Oh, you shouldn’t ask women their ages! Oh, but I’m not a girl, so that doesn’t apply here does it? I’m twenty four if you must know.
» ●●● I stand at Five feet ten inches tall, and I weigh about one thirty five.
» ●●● Hayden Christensen


» ●●● My problematic situation: I’m going to tell you something right now, so we can avoid the whole awkward ‘wow, is he mute? Or just really quiet?’ situation later. I’m mute. For all those slow learners out there, that means I can’t speak. Why? Because When I was younger, about seven, I was diagnosed with Bronchitis. Not so horrible right? One would think so, but I’ve always been able to catch some pretty nasty s**t, regardless of how ‘normal’ the diseases were. Anyway, dad took me in and got me treated like any good parent would, and I was diagnosed with Acute bronchitis, which wasn’t unusual. Kids are always catching crap like that. Well, I was treated and given antibiotics (through a needle, which really sucked by the way) and was sent home. Well, all the symptoms went away, but they kept coming back. I continued to come down with bronchitis, and no one could figure out why I was getting so sick so easily. Turns out I’ve got a crappy immune system and that’s the reason. Dad took me in to a different when I started to really lose my voice. Not just being hoarse, but to the point that I couldn’t get my voice to work without extreme pain. The doctors said that there was irrevocable damage to my vocal cords and Larynx, causing the loss of my voice. So there we are.
» ●●● A little heads up: I don’t know sign language. I don’t have the attention span to learn it. My minds going ninety to nothing so I just stick with writing things I want to say down on a notepad I carry around.
» ●●● My past and present home: I was living with my dad up until I was twenty. It‘s a little pathetic, I know, but I didn‘t really have a choice in the matter… Dad’s a big marshmallow when it comes to his kids, but he’s also very over-protective. To watch his kids struggle and not be able to do anything to really help, was hard on him. So, he just kept me at home till I finally convinced him that I was fine and well enough to live on my own. As much as I don‘t like being babied, I couldn‘t just ignore my dad when he was trying to help. He arranged everything. Bought the apartment (even if I had enough money saved up to buy my own apartment) and everything. He offered to pay for the utilities after I got settled in, but I drew the line at that. I can take care of myself.
» ●●● Let’s get down to my roots: I am a southern boy. I was born and raised on a plantation in Louisiana with my older brother and my parents. And no, that doesn’t mean I’m some hick who doesn’t know squat. My parents made sure that my brother and I were given the best education. I’m far from stupid, so don’t you dare make the mistake of thinking I am. I don’t really get along with my brother, simply because their’s a fourteen year age gap between us, but that’s partially the reason why we don’t get along. It also has to do with our mother. Being in New Orleans and what not, there are certainly gangs around there, everyone knows that. Mom tended to ignore that when she went out walking in the Quarter late in the evening. To make a long story short, she was attacked and killed by one of the gangs there. Yes, it’s very sad and there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t remember her, but I don’t let it affect me like I used to.
» ●●● My not so secret, secret: I’m gonna be blunt. I’m gay. A homosexual. A poof. A f*****t and whatever other name you can come up with. I like men, that’s the end of it. My family was an open one, so those sort of things were never a problem. It was awkward when I told dad about my preferences. I was fourteen at the time and I had to write it out on a dry erase board. Yeah, that’ll be something I never forget. Thankfully enough, Dad didn’t care at all and was really supportive. But I’ve never really liked women. Girls, I find, can be very annoying. Most girls seem to need constant confirmation and conversation and I can’t provide that. Some guys are like that, but some are not, and those I find are priceless. I’ve been in a couple relationships, but none ever lasted long. Even the most quiet of men need some conversation once in a while.
» ●●● What brings in the paycheck: I do work for a living, despite the drawbacks my disability causes. I work with books. Not as a librarian, or a book store owner, but as a writer. I write. A lot. I started shortly after a lost my voice, and it just progressed from there. At first it was just something to get my emotions and thoughts out, but then it became something more. I started writing little short stories, involving my family and then I just started writing full out chapter stories. My first published book was a book filled with short stories called ‘Lifestyles of the Mute and not so Famous’. I wasn’t very good with titles, sue me. I actually wrote my first chapter book when I was seventeen, but that never saw the light of day.
» ●●● A little quirk: I hate silence. Strange huh? It’s true though, I’ve got to have something going on around me, some noise or music or something. It’s why I normally go to coffee shops when I write (even if I hate the smell of coffee). The bustling people and all the talking and music playing in the shops always keep me relatively happy. But silence makes me feel as if I’m not only mute, but deaf as well, and it freaks me out.
» ●●● I‘m sticking to my guns!: I’ve got my opinions and I wont change them for anyone. I’ve got strong beliefs and I’m not about to change the way I do things for some other person. I’ll form opinions of people after observing them for a while, and normally I’m right. I can sense things about people. I’ll make sure to make my opinion known, even if I have to write it down, which is a pain in the a**, it really is. I believe in common sense. Honestly, when you start a fire, there is a chance you could get burnt. It’s just simple logic people, it’s not rocket science.
» ●●● What’s the deal with this Madelyn?: I’m not sure what to think of this chick. I’m not a spiritual person so I don’t really think that she’s some miracle worker, but It doesn’t look like some weird from of science that’s curing these people either, so I don’t really know what to think. I do sometimes think things happen for a reason, but I believe more so that we make our own destiny. So as for this chick, I’m not sure what to expect. If she really can cure people of their diseases, then I hope she can cure mine.
» ●●● Oh, I really like these, but I hate these: I guess I should talk about the little things. Likes first. I like music, any kind cause I’m diverse that way. Rock is what I mainly listen too, but I’ve got a soft spot for sappy songs like ‘I hope you dance’ by Lee Ann Womack. It was my mothers favorite song and her song for her kids. I like to cook, and I’m actually pretty good, even though I’m a little clumsy at times when it comes to chopping up things. No worries though, I haven’t lost any fingers! Long summer showers and thunderstorms are what I love to listen to in the summer time. It’s soothing. Cats. Cat’s are my favorite animals. Their intelligent animals! Now for a few dislikes. I hate being cold so I’ve got who knows how many blankets in my house. Homophobes annoy me, but I suppose that comes with the territory of being gay. People who speak loudly when they talk to me. I’m mute, not deaf people, I can hear perfectly fine. Getting sick. It’s unfortunately easy for me to get sick, and it’s a pain in the a** when I do. Coughing. It hurts my throat. A lot. End of story.

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

I walk the line of the disappointed…
I celebrate when I‘m in pain…
My heart and mind can be so disjointed.
I‘ve built a bed in this hole I’ve made.
Ello loves! my name is first middle last.
i am eighteen years young, and i am, in fact, a hormone crazed dude.
as for my music, i rock-out to Powerline, Cute is what we aim for, The Used, The Spill Canvas, Hawk Nelson, Sick Puppies, Finger Eleven, Metro Station, Static Lullaby, Madina Lake, Social Code, The Last Goodnight, A Rocket to the Moon, Son of Dork, Eiffel 65. I’m all over the place really..
i like My men hot, like hot-tamale hot, which means i'm Obviously a lover of all things Homosexual and spicy.
my secret life consists of alcoholism, and it doesn't help that i've taken a liking to him.
i have free will, but its PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL that really keeps me on track.
my favorite color is coral.
Later!

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

✖✖loveloveloveColtrane Devland Leandrelovelovelove✖✖

Another piece of the puzzle that doesn’t fit.
You throw your arms up, your so damn sick of it.
What are you coping for, what are you hoping for...
Love

The first thing that Coltrane felt as he pried his eyes open, was a throbbing pain behind his eyes. He groaned and covered his face with the body pillow he’d taken to clinging to at night. Damn migraine…Sighing softly once the pillow blocked out the light that was streaming in through the blinds covering his window. He really needed to get some black out curtains for those things. Chancing a peak out from under the pillow over at his alarm clock, twitching when he saw it was just half past noon. He snorted and rolled over, arranging himself so that his legs were wrapped around the pillow and his face was hidden under it. He groped blindly for the covers and yanked them up over himself, sighing softly once he was covered up to the point that he could only see his dark messy hair. Fully planning on sleeping his migraine off, Coltrane settled down to sleep.

Then the sound of his sister shoving the door open hard enough to have it bounce against the wall and probably leave a dent, and he shouting his name. “COLT!” Coltrane let out an aggravated groan. He shifted but didn’t look up. “What, the [********] do you want Samantha?” He snapped, hugging the pillow tighter to himself. He felt something hard hit his shoulder and he jerked when that thing went off, blaring Metro Station’s “Control” in his ear. “Your damn phone keeps going off and I’m trying to talk with mom about the invitations! Either shut the damn thing off or answer it!” Then his sister was gone, slamming the door closed and stomping off down the stairs. Coltrane laid there in silence, trying not to throw his phone at the door in retaliation of his rude awakening.

“Whoa, I feel just like we're losing, Control
But if you let go, I'll let go tonight-

Groaning in aggravation, Coltrane shifted and groped for the phone. He gripped it tightly while he flipped the black tattooed razor phone open and sighed when he saw he had three texts from Zack, Lior and then Kellen. He was half tempted just to ignore them, but if he knew his friends, they would keep texting him or come over to kidnap him to whatever they had planned that day. So he went through the texts, snorting at Zack’s. He probably had walked past his house. Then Lior’s came next and he sighed. So the mall was on the agenda? He grimaced. He wouldn’t have minded if his head didn’t feel like it was trying to explode, but the thought of being surrounded by a s**t load of people all talking and walking around…he shuddered. Next he read Kellen’s and sighed. He couldn’t and wouldn’t stay in today. With his sister going nuts over her upcoming wedding, there was no way in hell he was going to get stuck here, messing with the invitations or the centerpieces like he’d been forced to do recently. So with a sigh he pushed himself up and ignored the small wave of vertigo that hit him and stood from his bed, texting Kellen back

Morning chica=P
I’ll take a ride if you don’t mind.
Is everyone still going to the mall?

He dropped the phone on the bed and ran his hands through his dark hair and then down his face. While he stretched, he looked about his room and blinked at the half empty bottle on the desk. He frowned and walked over to it and shoved it into the bottom drawer in his desk. I am going to let this secret out if I’m not careful. He searched his room for anymore of the empty booze bottles before walking into his bathroom for his shower. He glanced at himself in the mirror and grimaced slightly. Okay, note to self. Don’t look at reflection till after the shower. And with that he turned, stripped to his birthday suit and turned the shower on. After adjusting it to the right temperature, he got in and set about scrubbing himself clean. He mulled over the day before and frowned when he couldn’t remember why he’d guzzled down half a bottle of Smirnoff Twisted V black cherry. It probably was because of the wedding crap and his sisters higher level of bitchyness, but he couldn't be sure. He snorted while he scrubbed his scalp. “It’s gotten to the point where I can’t even remember why…” He rinsed his hair then scrubbed it with conditioner. Now that he thought about it…he could still taste the booze in his mouth. He grimaced and quickly cleaned the rest of his body so he could brush his teeth and get that disgusting taste out of his mouth.

After brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth with mouth wash several times, Coltrane blow dried his hair and then set about getting dressed. He tugged on some plain white cotton boxers and then pulled out some dark tight fitting blue-jeans. Not skinny jeans, those bugged him. They were too tight around his ankles so he usually just wore his normal jeans. He moved clothes around in his closet to he found a light grey shirt with the words ‘Domo Arigato Mr. Roboto’ spread across the front. He pulled both the jeans and shirt on. Now clothed, he shook his head and just let his hair rest in it’s disheveled messiness before tugging his socks and shoes on. He grabbed his I-pod, wallet and cell-phone, along with a plain black sweatshirt before he went down stairs.

Now this was the tricky part. How to get past his sister and mom without behind spotted. Coltrane slipped quietly down the stairs, peaked into the living room and spotted both his sister and mother hovered around the coffee table, making the rest of the wedding invitations. He grimaced and tiptoed past, slipping into the kitchen. He poured himself some water and downed two aspirins he got out of the drawer, then riffled through the fridge and pulled out a cup of his sisters precious chocolate fluffy non-fat yogurt stuff. It wasn’t really yogurt cause it was kinda fluffy, so he wasn’t really sure what it was. But it was good and his sister would skin him if she knew he was eating it. He grinned deviously and took a good five minutes eating it. But just as luck would have it, his sister came into the kitchen just as he was throwing the container away. “That…better not have been what I thought it was…” Coltrane grinned and licked his lips. “It was. And it was delicious.” Samantha let out a growl and lunged at him. "Bet back here you little buttmunch!" He blew a raspberry at her and dodged nimbly to the other side of the table. There was a small game of ‘which way are you gonna go’ before she lunged to the left. Coltrane took off, yelling a bye to his mom before he ran out the front door.

He decided to send another text to Kellen, glancing over his shoulder to see if his sister had followed him.

Heyo! I now look presentable to society.
But my sisters out for my blood.
I ate her yogurt junk so she wants to skin me.
Wanna be my knight in shinning armor,
and save me from the she witch?
Pwease?
Colt ~<3

Another piece of the puzzle that doesn't fit
You throw your arms up, your so damn sick of it
What are you hurting for? What are you searching for?
Love, Love, Love, Love...

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

LoveColton Reece AlexanderLove

Trying to remember what we once were...
What we could had possibly been...
What we should have been..

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What I once meant to you...
What you once meant to me...
Some times things have to change,
Before you realize what you've got...