Testing the Silence. Sedated Silence's test thread.

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Eldest Son
Jason Anthony Marks
Twenty-One
Sedated Silence

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Dear Diary,

xxxxxFor some peculier reason I have been hearing this voice in my head. I decided to give it the name of Sedated Silence. It seems to have taken some like to me. It even gave me a nickname. It's Jay. There's another thing. I have this huge secret that I need to tell someone about. Good thing your lips are sealed. Don't tell anyone, but I sell drugs. You better keep your spine shut. Tee hee~! Oh, there's this song I simply can't get out of my head. But I love it! I heard it was called Club Love by The Cataracs Feat. E-40. Catchy right?! Still, I don't think I'm being completely honest with you. So? Anything else I need to say? Oh! There is this girl that I am really dieing to talk to! Their name is none of your business. Haha. Sorry, Diary.. Ugh! Still more! Wait! I know! I'll just tell you about my life. Ok, get this. It all started: A newlywed couple, out on their honeymoon. You know what happens. Couple of drinks, raging hormones, do the dirty, and a few months later, BAM! Mom ends up pregnant. I wasn't planned, but the rest of my family was. I have five siblings, all younger than me. I have two brothers, and three sisters. You can say there's always something going on. But, enough about them. This is me. Life was great when it was just me. Well, from what I remember. I played sports growing up, and had good grades. In high school, I played football, and baseball. I was one of the better athletes at the school. No, I'm not cocky, I'm just saying. I graduated with honors, and honorable mentions. I have a million patches on my Letterman's Jacket and got a full ride scholarship to Cal State Fullerton. I didn't want to go. I knew it was a long shot to go pro, plus, I had no idea what I wanted to major in. So, I decided to join the Marines. Yep, you're looking at a United States Marine. Petty Officer Marks. My mom flipped when I told her I joined. I was eighteen, and didn't need her permission. My dad was proud, but my mom wasn't too happy about that. Either way, she's okay with it now. I have one more year in it, then I'm free from this corrupted government. I don't know when I'll be leaving for Afghanistan yet, but when that day comes, I'll be ready.

Okay, so you're probably wondering since I'm in the Marines, how do I get away with selling drugs. Well, it's a side job of course, but I'm protected. It's my Sargeant who told me to do it. I'm selling for him. So, if I ever get accused, he has my back. He's the highest Sargeant we have on base. He's pretty much the boss, and it's cool because I'm his favorite. He trusts me, and he always is talking about how great of a Marine I am. I don't feel like it though. I'm breaking the law, while I'm working for the law. Isn't that messed up? It boggles my mind how I ended up with this, but my pay grade is a lot higher than everyone elses. Thanks to Sargeant. I don't know how much longer I can last selling for him. I feel more and more guilty every day. But, whatever, we'll see what happens.

Ok, I'm sorry, Diary, but I think I've used up too many pages as it is. So, I'll set a date later. Ok? Mwah, love you!

Wait! P.S. Since my birthday is on May Seventh I am now twenty-one years old!

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Time, It's not worth my time. Blue shine bleeds into my eyes. I still sleep on the right side, of the white noise. Can't leave the scene behind. Could I be anything you want me to be. It's always meant to be seen. When you see yourself in a crowded room, Do your fingers itch? Are you pistol-whipped? Do you step in line or release the glitch? Can you fall asleep with a panic switch? When you see yourself in a crowded room, Do your fingers itch? Are you pistol whipped? Do you step in line or release the glitch? Do you think she'll sleep with a panic?

And I'll try, to hold on tight tonight. Pink slip, inviting me inside. I want to burn skin and brand what once was mine. But the red news came ripping in to fight. If I go anywhere that you want me to go, how do I know you'll still follow? When you see yourself in a crowded room, Do your fingers itch? Are you pistol-whipped? Do you step in line or release the glitch? Can you fall asleep with a panic switch?When you see yourself in a crowded room, Do your fingers itch? Are you pistol whipped? Do you step in line or release the glitch? Do you think she'll sleep with a panic?

I'm waiting and fading and floating away. I'm waiting and fading and floating away. I'm waiting and fading and floating away. I'm waiting and fading and floating away. I'm waiting and fading and floating away. Waiting and fading and floating away. Waiting and fading and floating away. Waiting and fading and flailing and fading

When you see yourself in a crowded room, Do your fingers itch? Are you pistol-whipped? Do you step in line or release the glitch? Can you fall asleep with a panic switch?When you see yourself in a crowded room, Do your fingers itch? Are you pistol whipped? Do you step in line or release the glitch? Do you think she'll sleep with a panic?

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Jason Anthony Marks

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мe, мчseʟғ, αnᴅ, ι----------

I know I'm in trouble when my parents say: Jason Anthony Marks
My friends call me: Jay.
I'm not young, but then again I'm not old since I'm: eighteen.
Sing to me on : May Seventh.
Oh I like: No one.
People usually recognize me for the movie: Snow White

a cʟosєʀ ʟooк----------

I'm your average: Male.
People have told me I have pretty eyes that are: Hazel.
I love my hair since it's: Brown.
I'm not that short, I'm only: 6'2''
The scale told me I weigh: 168.5
My many accessories: One nasty scar.

sтaиᴅ вacк, чoυ мιɢнт ғιиᴅ oυт soмeтнιиɢ чoυ ᴅoи'т ʟιкe----------

Whoa, how did you know I like: •Music
•Working out.
•Food.

Please go away, I hate:•Snobby girls.
•People who talk to much.
•Most vegetables.

The real me: • Sweet.
•Nice.
•Caring.
•Strong, tough.


Take a look at my past: I grew up in a stable family, financially that is. But it was just smoke and mirrors. I made my butler build me a treehouse, just so I could get away from the screaming. The hatred. Being exposed to hate at a young, early age isn't healthy. But I've learned from it. I taught myself I would never, ever treat a woman the way my Father treated my Mother. I taught myself a lot of things when I was younger. I taught myself to live on my own, and cook. Thanks to Margaret, the family cook. I got good grades, not that it mattered to my family, my parents. I could get into any four-year college I want to, because of the money and the stature of my Father. Money isn't an option with me. It never will be. I'll always have money. But, I feel like I have to cheat in order to satisfy myself. I'm joining the United States Marine Corps, out of High School. I need to do something with my life, and just living isn't enough for me. I hope you can see it my way, just this once.

a ʟιттʟe paʀтιnɢ ɢιғт----------

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Jason Anthony Marks laid in his bed motionless. Breathing ever so quaintly, but sound asleep. His house, or rather mansion, was still. No one was in the house, besides the Butler, but he was tucked away in the back room washing laundry. Disrupting the peace, as if on cue, Jason's alarm blared through out his room. Squeezing his eyes closed, he reached out of his covers and smacked the alarm off. He groaned, and moaned. He laid there still, for a few seconds. Of course, in reality he couldn't just lay there for the rest of the day, regardless if he felt like it or not. The butler, William, moseyed into Jason's room with a basket of clothes and walked into Jason's walk-in closet, and put all the clothes away. When he exited the closet he smiled to himself, seeing Jason sprawled over his King sized bed, under a heap of covers. "Mr. Marks, it's time to get up. You'll be late for school. Don't make me get a bucket of cold water like I did last time." At that, William walked down to the kitchen, knowing at that point, Jason Anthony Marks would wake up.

Like William suspected, Jason groaned once more, and sat up in his bed. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. He stood up and walked into his bathroom. He started the shower and walked into his closet grabbing a pair of his favorite Levi Strauss Co. Jeans and t-shirt. Yawning he undressed and stepped into the shower. As if like magic, the shower woke Jason up sporadically. When he finished his shower, he shut the water off, and stepped out grabbing the towel. He dried himself off and grabbed his boxers and slipped them on. He stood in front of the mirror looking at himself. Shaking his head as if he was displeased with himself, Jason carried on with his routine. Washed his face, brushed his teeth, and then sprayed cologne. After all of that, Jason slipped on his jeans and his plain white t-shirt. He stepped out of his bathroom and walked into his closet looking at his mountain of shoes. He decided to go classic and grabbed his white vans. He slipped them on and checked himself in his mirror to make sure everything flowed. He sighed, feeling fine about his outfit. Lastly, Jason grabbed his all black JanSport back pack. Smelling the sweet smell of maple syrup, Jason smiled walking downstairs.

Walking downstairs and into the dining room, he took the short cut to the kitchen. "Good morning, William. I hope I wasn't too much of a hassle this morning." Jason never liked the idea of having a butler. It was just another "necessity" that the Marks' family rarely needed. Jason never minded doing chores, and it wasn't like his parents were ever home to boss around William. Jason never had the heart to ask him to do anything. He tried to do as much as he could. William chuckled, placing chocolate chip pancakes on a platter and placing them on the breakfast nook where Jason had sat down. A already prepared Strawberry and Orange smoothie in a to go cup was in the fridge, like every morning. For now, Jason had water to wash down his delicious pancakes. "No, sir. I was hoping you would stay asleep, that way I could pour cold water over you." Jason laughed along with William. Jason like William a lot. If anything, he was more of a father figure to Jason than his dad ever was. Jason didn't eat much. Three pancakes were scarfed down in record time, realizing he was just a tad late. He put his plate in the dishwasher and walked to the fridge grabbing his smoothie. Jason grabbed his bag and waved to William. "I'll see you after school, William. Bye!" Hurriedly, Jason walked into their 20 car garage and picked out the car he wanted to drive. He picked the BMW. He unlocked the car and got in. Opening the garage door, he set the radio to his station and backed out of the garage and was off to school.

Traffic wasn't bad. It wasn't as bad as Jason expected, but he was still late. Parking the car in an open parking spot. He got out of the BMW grabbing his bag and locked the car as he walked onto campus along with the other stragglers. The stragglers mainly consisted of lower class kids. Sighing he walked to the office and smiled at the lady. He asked for his schedule and the lady gave it to him, and also wrote him a note to excuse his tardiness. Considering Jason wasn't a bad kid, he got along with everyone, even the staff. He walked out of the office and headed to his first class, Chemistry. He rolled his eyes and grew closer to the class. Finally reaching the door, he walked in, eyes on him. He handed the note to the teacher and he sat down at an empty desk. Some girls in the back snickered and waved. They had been in Jason's class before. He waved back reluctantly and sank in his desk, eyes on the teacher. He hated high school.

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♛▌█XXXXXXXXXXXXXX Jason Anthony MarksXXX

The secret that you're trying to conceal, is the one that you're dying to reveal.

I would rather you call me Jason or Jay, though.
I came to this earth eighteen years ago; on May Seventh..
I'm from Norway where I'm almost in charge.
I do have some unprincelylike qualities about me Attitude, bad temper, ignorant sometimes, easily forgetful, and I chew gum obnoxiously..
But I make up for it by being sweet, caring, gentlemen like, respectful, and a good listener..
These are a few of my favorite things; Music; Books; Nature; Girls; and Food..
There are some things I'd like to kick to the curb; here are a few: Obnoxious girls; Bad Movies; Rules; Bills; and bad weather.
The one I'd like to ask me to dance at the ball would be n//a.
People say I look like Jensen Ackles, but he stole the look from me.
What I like to sing to when people aren't looking-- If I Were a Boy by Beyonce and R. Kelly
The color of my bedroom walls back home is Royal Blue
I am controlled by none other than the infamous Sedated Silence

Jason was a simple boy when he was younger. He loved to play outside more than in. He climbed trees more often then payed with Hot Wheelz. Movies too, and music. Those are the things that captured his attention. He didn't like girls, nor pay attention to them until he was in middle school. Of course, that's when he hit puberty. He was an early bloomer you could say. His parents got a long, of course never paying much attention to him, but since he's the heir, they're teaching him alot now. He doesn't mind, but he would rather learn himself. But, you gotta do what you gotta do

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The Temperamental Fighter is here! Anna Malia Kendrick is what's written on my birth certificate, but you can call me Anna. Hey, May seventh is the big day, so memorize it. That's right, write it down; you didn't come last time when I turned seventeen, jerk. Obviously, I'm a female and if you must know I enjoy the company of males in the romantic sense, making me straight.


been working on these for my resume; my talents:

✪ singing
✪ kick boxing
✪ cooking


wanna be my best friend? get me these; my likes:

☀ books
☀ fast cars
☀ sweets
☀ shoes
☀ food in general
☀ music


flat out, these suck; my dislikes:

☁ vegetables
☁ sucky music
☁ boring books
☁ school
☁ asssholes
☁ being without my phone


I'll never admit it; my fears:

✘ falling in love
✘ spiders
✘ being unsuccessful
✘ being forgotten


You what? Wanna know what I look like? Okay, perv, listen up. I have stunning brown eyes and flawless brown hair. If you're looking at all of my size you'll notice that I'm 5'6 and my build is slim but muscular. I weigh 148, if you're into numbers and all.

what attitude problem?


No, seriously. Enlighten me on this, attitude you speak of. Because, honestly all I do is stand up for what I believe in. If that means getting in your face, and telling it how it is, then I'm going to get in your face and tell it how it is. Don't get mad that you don't have a back bone. You should grow one. Someone, one day, will walk all over you. Then, you'll be sorry. Don't say I didn't warn you.

But, I'm not like this all the time. I swear. I'm really sweet, if you got to know me. I'm extremely caring, and care for others more than I care for myself. I'm not one to cause drama, it just comes to me. I'm a magnet for it. But, I am the sweetest, and actually very intellectual. My fists get carried away, I'm sorry about that. I'm usually alone, I like it that way. I don't like making friends with girls, because they cause drama. If anything, you'll find me with a group of guys. No, I'm not a slut, don't judge me. I just have a low tolerance of "Oh my god, pink is my favorite color!" Please, save me from that.


how did I get like this? No better teacher than history, and it's taught me a lot.


Eighteen years I've been walking on this planet everyone seems to call, Earth. I guess ever since I was born, I was a bit different. My mom had a C-section. I don't know why, she doesn't like to talk about it. But, I think I breached. Anyways, on my first birthday, my father left my mom. They were teen parents, and my dad couldn't handle the stress of having is very own baby girl. As the story goes, he left drunk and got into a car accident. He died on impact. My mom tried her best to support herself and me. She was struggling. But then she met Jason Kendrick. She fell instantly in love, and he was a wealthy businessman, the next CEO of his father's company. So, him and my mom got married and that was my moms happy ending.

Jason treated me like his own. He couldn't have children of his own, and my mom didn't want another child anyways. I call him my dad, because he's all I've known and he spoils me. I don't mind that at all. You're probably wondering, than why are you cold hearted sometimes? Well, that part of me has nothing to do with my family life. My first boyfriend was my first love. My first for everything. I loved him more than anything in this world, and I know he loved me too. I dated him for about two years. The middle of Freshman year, to the middle of Junior year. We were everyone's favorite couple. His name was Derek. He didn't want to dump me, but he had to. He moved away to another state. That lasted for about a month. He tried to drive back to me, to visit me. A drunk driver hit him head on. He died instantly. Ever since then, I told myself I'd never let anyone love me, or myself love anyone else. I don't want to get hurt again. I can't let that happen. Hearing that news, damn near killed me. But, he's in a better place now, and I'm getting over it. Not over our love, but the fact that I'll never see him again. That's why I'm cold. Cold hearted. No, it's not because I'm a bietch, it's defense. Therefore, I focus on what's important. School, and letting out my anger with Kick Boxing.


I can't believe I'm saying this, but Sedated Silence is the brains behind this whole operation.

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