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[Wendla Bergmann]

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xxxxxxxxxxTristan Drake Winters

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Mad Hatter


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And for eternity I'd lay in bed
in my boxers, half stoned,
with the pillow under my head.



i am ❝ playing ❞ me ⇐


what's the [ n a m e ] of the game?

Tristan Drake Winters


i'm [ c a l l i n g ] to know the world's true yearning.

None really, unless you count insults.


one is the [ l o n e l i e s t ] number.

Eighteen, June Sixth


why do you [ p r e s s ] your knees together?

Male ♂


home is where the [ h e a r t ] is.

Berlin, Germany


but still, run it [ b a c k ] again.

Blood Type B+, Six Feet Two Inches, One hundred forty pounds.


shoot up some [ y o u ] in the you of some song.

Straight


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dig a ❝ little ❞ deeper ⇐


i'm starting with the [ m a n ] in the mirror.

At first glance, one would say Tristan is an average Joe in the looks department. But then, at second glance, some might say, he's a good looking guy, with zero interest in appearance. With hair that is never anything more than bed-head, you can tell he doesn't really care about things like that. He has rather fair skin, and his eyes make him look weak and sickly half the time, but the real reason, is usually because of certain illegal substances. His hair is a dark brown, with eyes almost a direct match to that color. The only person he ever even attempts to be presentable for is his Alice, even then, he just barely passes. Although all in all he seems like a pretty messy guy, he's actually really hygienic, he's got to constantly stay on top of hygiene, so he doesn't get caught smelling like smoke.


you're so vain, you [ p r o l l y ] think this song is about you.

Tristan never seems to be the one that wants to 'fit in'. Although he's doing absolutely nothing to be a 'loner' or a 'popular' guy. He just drags himself from class to class, and gets the day over with, and gets back to bed. Anyone that's even seen him for a brief moment, can easily tell he's one of the laziest people out there, and wouldn't be caught dead actually doing something productive like, riding a bike. If he's not sleeping in class, or sleeping on the bus, or getting high in the parking lot, he's with Alice.

Alice, is possibly one of the very, very few people that can actually motivate him to even go to school. If you ever got the chance to talk to Tristan, you'd find out, he was intelligent, and was ruining a perfectly bright future by skipping classes, being too lazy to finish homework, and just plain out being a slacker. He doesn't listen very well to others advice, but that because he just doesn't care. Period. Tell him he's going to kill himself if he keeps his habits up, he won't care. Tell him he's an idiot for not staying awake long enough to at least write down some type of paper, he just won't care, and if you're not Alice, he may even walk away with a shrug.


history, little [ m i s s ] didn't do right.

Before Tristan came here, he was in Germany...Berlin, even. Possibly up there in the ranks as the most infamous country on the globe. But, he wasn't around for all that stuff, so he never really saw what was so bad about being a 'German'. Back in Berlin, Tristan had been a pretty clean kid, going to elementary school, being good, getting A's on just about everything. He even had decent friends too, never got into a lot of trouble, active kid...blah blah blah. It was when he was older though, that he and his Dad realized, there was a whole world out there.

And, taking what little belongings they needed, they headed for the states, leaving a Mom behind with a pile of divorce papers. Tristan, indeed, felt bad about doing that...without so much as a goodbye, leaving behind half of his life, following the other half to America. After a few months in the U.S. though, more and more, he stopped thinking about regrets, worries, caring. Drowning out what little sense he had left with this new thing, drugs. His father didn't care what he did, as long as he stayed out of his father's way, they were both fine.


went and ruined [ a l l ] the true plans.

Tristan sometimes, wonders what life would be like, if he had never left Berlin. Thinking about things like, what his Mom would be doing, what would he be doing. What life could be like now. Would he still be clean? Would he be getting scholarships and A's? 4.0 Grade Point Average? It was thoughts like this that drive him… well, mad. If it wasn't for Alice, he'd be rolling in thoughts like this day in and day out.

Tristan gave some false information, on the papers required to get into Clemente High School. Things like grades... actually, mainly grades. If he had submitted his actual information, he'd still be stuck in public school, unable to see his Alice every day, unable to see the one thing that kept from going insane from drugs and sleepy solitude, plus this way, he can get an easy A, by saying he isn't from Germany, and taking German, his first language.


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nine people's ❝ favourite ❞ thing ⇐


everything's coming up [ r o s e s ] for me and for you.

Alice: Out of the few things he can enjoy, Alice is always number one, at least, unless something comes between them.
Sleep: If he had the option to, he lay in bed all day and night, if Tristan doesn't get at least eight hours, he can't function.
Beds: Who wants to enjoy sleep without a bed to enjoy it on? Although Tristan is pretty sure he'd be able to sleep without a bed, he's also sure that the mattress is possibly the greatest thing since sliced bread.
Fans: Tristan can't sleep without a fan, if he did, he'd sweat in his sleep due to an unnaturally high metabolism, a high metabolism formed from a different type of high that happened practically anytime he was alone.
Silence: With silence comes sleep, and with silence, sleep remains constant...
Tea: Oddly enough, even though most of the time, he accidentally gets the caffeinated packets, it's relaxing, and good for, you guessed it, sleep.


it was big and [ ugly ] and i don't think it liked me.

Coffee: Way too much caffeine, and way too bitter for his tastes, no matter how much sugar and milk you dump in it.
Headaches: They're almost as annoying as loud noises, and ironically enough, they make loud noises just that more unappealing.
Extreme Munchies: The type of munchies you can only get after not having an appetite for days at a time due to drug abuse.
Bright Lights: Tristan can't stand those fluorescent bulbs they have all over schools and stores...they disturb his thought process, and distract him from important things like trying to sleep in math.
Conversations about the past: Bringing up the past brings up bitter emotions that Tristan would rather just keep shoved way, way in the back of his head.



i solemnly [ s w e a r ] that i am up to no good.

Period One: Intermediate Algebra (Honours)
Period Two: German(Level 3)
Period Three: Art Appreciation
Period Four: World History (Honours)
Period Five: Chemistry (Honours)
Period Six: Gym and Human Fitness
Extracurriculars: Debate Team, Theater


the secondary characters are [ c a l l i n g ] the shots.

First off, and possibly the most obvious, Tristan, has an odd affection for Tea. You name the flavor, he enjoys it. Oftentimes, Tristan seems like the oddball of the group, if he's ever even in a group. Much like the Mad Hatter, this leaves Tristan looking pretty well, crazy. But, unlike the Hatter, Tristan has a reason for his behaviors, his addictions to different substances that aren't exactly good for mental health. But, no, Tristan does not wear a price-tagged top hat. Although, if asked to do so, he would probably agree to do it, and wouldn't care how ridiculous it looked, as long as he got something out of it.




we've all got our junk, and my junk is you

........☆Stabbedsoul☆........

[Wendla Bergmann]

on i [ G O ], to [ W O N D E R ] and to [ L E A R N I N G ] -- ★★

xxxxxxxxxxSeth Connahue "Wily Riley" O'Riley

name the s t a r s , and KNOW their dark returning://

Scar


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You Don't see how Weak you are,
because I could end it Tonight.




i am ❝ playing ❞ me ⇐


what's the [ n a m e ] of the game?

Seth Connahue O'Riley


i'm [ c a l l i n g ] to know the world's true yearning.

Wily Riley: I name given to him by the other member's of his 'group' for being so decietful, even to close family members.
The Reaper: A name given to him by everyone in the school, mainly because his voice resembles that of one of those terrifying ghosts you find only in horror films.


one is the [ l o n e l i e s t ] number.

Eighteen, January Twelfth.


why do you [ p r e s s ] your knees together?

Male ♂


home is where the [ h e a r t ] is.

Hastings, New Zealand


but still, run it [ b a c k ] again.

AB Negative, Five feet Nine inches, One hundred Thirty-five pounds.


shoot up some [ y o u ] in the you of some song.

Straight


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dig a ❝ little ❞ deeper ⇐


i'm starting with the [ m a n ] in the mirror.

Despite Seth's rather large reputation, he has a pretty small figure, if you ignore his average/almost tall height. He wouldn't do so well in a bar-fight, but he'd easily con someone into joining his side in a matter of seconds. Without his smooth outlook though, smooth talking would be almost impossible. His eyes are a bright, almost cat-like green and his hair is a light and evenly toned brown. He has surprizingly smooth and clammy hands. Once again, just because he's got a threatening reputation, doesn't mean he has to look amazingly frightening. He's rather nice on the eyes, but his voice is scratchy and raspy, and it sounds like he's always trying to yell and whisper at the same time.


you're so vain, you [ p r o l l y ] think this song is about you.

Seth is the type of guy, that would fake guilt or grief to your face, and then the minute you turned around, or started to trust him, would tear you apart. Multiple times he has been called a socipath, but he's been sent to those therapist's and been through the whole she-bang, nothing. Professionals have said it, he may be one sick b*****d, but he knows the difference between right and wrong, unlike actual Sociopaths, who due to mental illness, are completely unable to distinguish the difference. Infamously known around school as 'that one guy you definitely don't mess with' he's usually seen in the back of the school, bossing around his 'friends'. Not many people knew he is actually the leader of a rather notorious local gang, but those who do know, keep their mouths clamped shut, fearing they'd get on Seth's bad side.

Although you will rarely catch Seth actually inside a classroom, he's surprizingly intelligent. In every one of his rather highly advanced classes, he's always in the A/A+ range. He uses his cunning to deceive everyone he meets, able to convince police it's not his fault their's someone lying dead in front of his house, or even able to get some serial killer to behave like a loyal dog, that he threw a 'bone' to every once in a while, usually this 'bone' would be someone he needed off his back, and preferrably dead. Just because Seth's not exactly the strongest knife in the set, doesn't mean he's not willing to spill some blood.


history, little [ m i s s ] didn't do right.

Seth was born and raised in New Zealand, a land of nothing, nothing, and sheep. In fact, it has four times more sheep than people. When Seth was eight, his parents had realized he was a troublemaker, starting fires in the backyard, shaving the sheep during the winter, harassing his older and much bigger brother, although Mike could have easily kicked little Seth's a**, Mike had a good heart, and a well set list of morals, that included not hurting those weaker than him. Seth, was the complete opposite, Seth wanted exitement, thrills, violence, danger, but he had been too sickly and frail at a young age to even go out of the house without his inhaler. So, Having a little devil like Seth cooped up in the country style old house definitely gave birth to some mischeif. Mainly, in the form of playing practical jokes on his big brother Mike. Things started out humorous and light-hearted at first, little things, like waterbuckets over the rigged door, firecrackers at Mike's feet, lizard's in his shoes...

But then, the 'jokes' grew worse as time progressed. BB Gun bullet's in the leg, knives rigged to spring at a trip-wire, baseball bat to the head once even...it was then, that Seth's parent's knew, that the kid was too smart for his own good, too...violent...for his own good. So, they thought of the most challenging, and the most violent setting, they could put their troublemaker into...and what came up first? Of course, America. But, to his parent's dismay, before they could scrape up enough money to move, Seth's games finally became deadly. Mike, in one last attempt to help his brother become a good kid, had taken him out to the local well, and showed him how to work it, how to pull up the water, and even taught him that, without everyone's participation, the well would become unusable, too dirty for drinking...Though, the only thing on Seth's mind was, how could he hurt Mike? Defeat his older brother, earn the title of 'King of the House'. No longer would he be in the shadow of his older brother's angelic and benevolent qualities.

Finally. An idea came to Seth, as to how to rid himself of being the little one in the family...and witnesses say, that they swore they saw a sick smile on the little boy's face, the whole time the plan was worked through. The weekly garbage truck was pulling through town as Seth was learing 'the lesson of the well'. It was then, that Seth, ran out of the reach of his brother, and into the pathway of the noisy truck. Mike, of course, being the hero of the day, would have to come rescue him then, right? Right...that's exactly what his loving brother did, pushed little Seth out of the way. Blam. Brother terminated. Seth sitting where he had been pushed, laughing...people that had been walking by, just excused it as the laughter of a little boy, too in shock of witnessing his brothers death to cry. When examined by the police though, they told the shocked parent's, that their little Seth, had no remorse, guilt, sadness, about his brother's untimely demise.

But...several months later, the family, minus one, still moved to america, the parents leaving behind their sorrows and sadness, Seth...leaving behind what he considered one of the greatest acheivements of his life. So, now in Chicago, Illinois. Seth had to start out fresh, and started out even nastier than before. His parents became mere shells of what they used to be, while Seth began to feel more fuffilled than before. Invigorated, exited, thrilled...a whole entire new area to conquer, and claim himself King of.


went and ruined [ a l l ] the true plans.

First off, and definitely the most important. He killed his brother, on purpose, and got away with it. Seth thinks about it everyday, and loves the saying 'getting away with murder' because, behind that quote, is such a pessimistic vibe...society says it's impossible to do this anymore, but he did, and has six times since then. Well, the other five murders, weren't deaths caused directly by him, but by his 'henchmen' of sorts, who followed out all his orders without question. Being such a devious figure in America, the world doesn't even realize he's connected to all these 'seemingly random homicides'. But, all his targets are targeted for a few main reasons...either they owe him, threaten him, or just plain out get in his way.

A not so important secret, but still a secret nonetheless is his 'business'. Seth's got to have money for all his inner workings somehow right? He does so by trafficing drugs and other illegal items into the high school and surrounding areas of Chicago. Need something to knock you off your feet? You talked to 'the reaper'. Thus, having such a risky business, you were forced to keep everything on the down-low, including the identity's of his customers, one in particular who seems to be a bit more loyal in payment, and one of his main buyers....Tristan.


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nine people's ❝ favourite ❞ thing ⇐


everything's coming up [ r o s e s ] for me and for you.

Organized Chaos: You know, the type where, everything is going occording to your plan, but your plan, was to completely screw up the plan? Yeah...
Winning: Doesn't matter what it is, an argument, a fight, the lottery. If Seth wins it, it's awesome, if he loses? He didn't like it anyways.
Power: Ever since birth, Seth always tried to be king of the hill, and with all the new ways to acheive this in America, it has just made him even more power hungry.
Techonology: The more advanced it is, the better. Seth never really had anything computerized back where he lived, so when he was brought to the states, the technological difference fascinated him, and he absorbed knowledge in computers like a sponge.
Chemicals: A stealthy, almost invisible way of killing off enemies, or at least blinding them for life.
Fire: Seth is to say the least, a pyro. If it has Kerosene and a match, keep Seth miles away from it.


it was big and [ ugly ] and i don't think it liked me.

Liars: Seth can smell them a mile away, seriously, if you even try to lie to Seth, it's like talking to a lie detector, he notices that slight subconscious twitch in your cheek, blam. "Your lying."
Weaknesses: Another thing, Seth can pick out the second he meets you. He despises anything weak, mainly those who are weak minded.
Erratic behavior: Those childish, immature, hyper, over-exhuberant teens...Seth avoids them at all costs, or confronts them directly, and tells them to calm down, or get a knife in their chest.
Boredom: If Seth gets bored, bad things start to happen to other people, then he gets the police on his doorsteps again, he can't stand that chain reaction, that always seems to branch off from an 'innocent' attempt to entertain himself.
Police: They meddle and stick their noses where it doesn't belong...Seth has promised himself, next time those bastards confront him, He'll light them up like flies.


i solemnly [ s w e a r ] that i am up to no good.

Period Uno~ Calculus AP
Period Dos~ Latin 2
Period Tres~ Psychology Accelerated
Period Quatro~ U.S. History AP
Period Cinco~ Chemistry AP
Period Seis~ He doesn't Know, something athletic or whatever, he's left school by this time anyways.
Extracirriculars~ No time for trivial classes.



the secondary characters are [ c a l l i n g ] the shots.

Well, first off, Seth killed his brother, and all because he wanted to be ruler, obvious similarity their. But, some less obvious ones are still present like, both of them, have that creepy, undeniably sinister tone. As well as Seth's constant need to be in control of something somewhere, and his cunning, sly behavior. Scar may have been a completely different species, but Seth would surely get along with the mangy cat just fine.




we've all got our junk, and my junk is you

........☆Stabbedsoul☆........

[Wendla Bergmann]

on i [ G O ], to [ W O N D E R ] and to [ L E A R N I N G ] -- ★★

xxxxxxxxxxGarrett Daniel "Danny" Quinn

name the s t a r s , and KNOW their dark returning://

Hercules

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I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying

i am ❝ playing ❞ me ⇐

what's the [ n a m e ] of the game?

Garrett Daniel Quinn

i'm [ c a l l i n g ] to know the world's true yearning.

"Danny." Damn that Sebastian, he comes to my house and my father decides that he wants to listen to "Danny Boy." After that, Sebastian refuses to call my anything else. Sebastian, if that nickname catches on with any of the other students at Clemente high, I will murder you, or just chase you around with a lobster.

"G-G" Only Fiona is allowed to call me this.

one is the [ l o n e l i e s t ] number.

I am 18 years old as of July twenty first..

why do you [ p r e s s ] your knees together?

Male of course. ♂.

home is where the [ h e a r t ] is.

Dublin, Ireland, oh I miss that place.

but still, run it [ b a c k ] again.

AB, Six foot Five inches, one hundred forty seven pounds

shoot up some [ y o u ] in the you of some song.

Those girls are so amazing, I could never thing of not being straight.

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dig a ❝ little ❞ deeper ⇐

i'm starting with the [ m a n ] in the mirror.

Me. Goodness, I always sound pretentious when I'm talking about myself. I guess to start off with I'm a ginger. Yes, I called myself a ginger. So what, if I didn't have bright orange hair, I would look like every other white guy in this school. I am proud of my Irish heritage.
To start off, I'm pretty tall, six feet five and the tallest in my family. I never spend a lot of time on my hair, usually I get out of the shower, grab some mousse and run it messily through my hair to give it that neat bed head look. Yes, it is possible, I pull it off every day. I absolutely hate getting dressed. My sister always criticizes what I wear, and has even demanded me go back into my room to change my clothes. Seriously, what is wrong with dark green, dark purple, and bright blue? Okay, I guess after saying it I understand.
I'm strong. Like, ridiculously strong. It has its benefits, it's defects, and its horrible problems. Clothes are hard to find, especially shirts because my arms are kind of stuck in the shirt. Though, pants are hard to find too You don't often find guys of my height and, well, physical attributes.
I have coral blue eyes, and have been complimented on them on a multitude of occasions. Honestly, I think they look like crap, but if I had any other color eyes I would look weird. Who knows, maybe that is why my mother likes it when I wear blue.

you're so vain, you [ p r o l l y ] think this song is about you.

Personality...This isn't some sort of Dating site is it? Okay, so I guess I'm rather gullible. I hate to admit it but if someone told me that gullible wasn't in the dictionary, I would believe it. (Sebastian already played that joke on me.) With being gullible, I guess I get jealous rather easily. My last girlfriend, Marie, we had some fall throughs. Then she decided to make me jealous, and oh boy did it work. I punched the guy out and broke up with Maria all in the same sentence. I guess on top of jealousy I'm a bit temperamental.
Girls. Oh goodness girls. I studder I freeze, I say stupid things. I once was asked my name and totally didn't even know it. She laughed, said I was cute, and walked over to Sebastian. Damn you Sebastian, why must you be so cool. Though, it's a good thing that we're best friends and not like, enemies. That could go pretty badly considering that I can totally punch him out. I've done it before too. Near girls, I just cannot seem to think. Especially if they are simple looking. The pretty ones are always either dumber than s**t, or just downright mean, and the ugly ones are either needy or just not my type.
I guess I'm kind of protective. With that, I treat my family with loads of kindness. They are always there for me, even though I still hold a bit of a grudge against Riley.

history, little [ m i s s ] didn't do right.

Being the middle child, two older siblings and two younger siblings, I kind of get the worst and best of both worlds. I have an older brother, Riley, who attempts to beat me up, though since I am larger than he is I end up winning all the time. So, with that, guess I am competitive, always trying to show Sebastian up in soccer. Okay, not trying, I always succeed. (Bastian is not as talented as he thinks.)
Since I have two younger siblings, Fiona and Brennen, They are much younger than I am, Brennen and Fiona are twins, and both 6 years old. Brennen looks just like me, bright orange hair, blue eyes, but Fiona is just a little beauty. Dark brown hair and green eyes, her hair always in braids. How cute can you get at six years old?
I try my best to take care of my family, but with Riley off to college, Emmit working along with my parents at our restaurant, Fiona and Brennen are kind of stuck at home alone.. My mother started a traditional Irish Pub in the downtown Chicago area. We get so many people there, even people who are Asian and African love going to “Quinn's Pub” for not only the Guinness, but the food and the great waitresses. I am the only one in the family that doesn't work at the restaurant, mainly because Fiona and Brennen need to be watched and mum and dad are always working.
When I was eight, my family moved from Dublin, Ireland to downtown Chicago. I still don't really know why, but I think it was because my grandfather died, and it was too painful for my father to be in the same country full of memories of his father. Personally, I don't really mine, since I love Chicago. However, Emmit is always complaining about being in such a large city, where there aren't any rolling hills or sheep everywhere. I just tell him that he would probably be herding sheep if we were still in Dublin, and he laughs and goes about his business.
Fiona and Brennen were definitely not planned. I was the youngest for twelve years, and then we found out that my mother was pregnant. It turned out fine, but to pay for five kids, my parents are always working, and since I have to watch them, I cannot work to save for college. It's alright though, I always enjoy spending time with them. I teach Brennen some soccer moves so he can get more money than me and Riley did from soccer scholarships, and Fiona and I have tea parties. I'm not even going to lie, it's her favorite thing to do, and since mom isn't there to do it with her, I end up playing with poor little Fiona. Of course, I make the tea.

went and ruined [ a l l ] the true plans.

Inelle.

Thanks to Inelle, I am forced to do something I absolutely hate. Keep secrets. I have no idea why she was at our resturaunt, or even if she knew that it was my parents, but she came in and convinced my brother Riley (Of all dumb things to do) to buy her a drink. Of course, Riley talked the entire time, and drank until he passed out on the floor. Which is when I came in. I think it was Inelle's second drink, but I guess that really does't matter, she was buzzed.
What was I supposed to do? She knew who I was, and it wasn't like she was in front of people, so she doesn't really have to put on a false front, so I started talking to her. It was just simple small talk, the weather, school, until it got a little more serious. She started snivling, and continued drinking her drink, even as Riley was on the floor. (I don't like him all that much, I wasn't going to take him home) Inelle starts to talk all about her life. Apparently her mother went crazy and is currently, oh I don't remember. All I remember from that entire conversation was her her expression. It was so hard to look at, almost like she was about to beak down, but was incapeable of crying. I will never forget that face. Ever. I'm sorry that all I could do for her was offer some food, some kind words, and many, many hugs.


Poetry

I have to admit, if Sebastian knew about this, he would eat me alive. Or be really sympathetic, but I'm to nervous to tell him. The truth is, is that I enjoy writing. Poetry, short stories, essays, though mostly poetry. With poetry comes songs, and I have even written a few songs just to see if I could. It worked, but I never got music to go along with the lyrics. Apparently I have a good voice, considering that I was accepted into Show Choir, so now I can get a bit more experience than just some loner singing on the streets of Chicago for money.

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nine people's ❝ favourite ❞ thing ⇐

everything's coming up [ r o s e s ] for me and for you.

Converse: Those shoes can take you through anything. I think I have over eight pairs of those damn shoes. Black ones, red ones, orange ones, blue, green, even purple ones.
Shepards Pie: The most amazing food you can find. Lamb, tomatoes, corn, peas, and mashed potatoes. How can you go wrong?
Football (American Soccer): Running, Flips in the air, and the best was to show off your amazing skills.
Writing: Don't tell Sebastian.
Showing off: What better way to impress a girl if I cannot form full sentences?
Singing: I don't care if Sebastian knows this, he has no really good personality. If he reads this, I'm dead.
Overacheiving: It's just what I do. And, if I want to get into Stanford, I need not only the grades, but the extra curricular stuff to go along.

it was big and [ ugly ] and i don't think it liked me.

Danny: -Sebastian I will get back at you. I don't know where, I don't know when, but I will punch you out one of these days.
American football: Honestly guys, you can't call it football, when football is football!
Homework: Seriously, I don't like the classes as it is, why on earth would I want to take part of the class home.
Riley: My older brother. Dad adores him, and apparently he can do no wrong. Unlike me, who does everything wrong. Go to Hell Riley.
Secrets: Secrets don't make friends. Or do they? Secrets make me nervous, I hate hiding things from people, it just makes me feel akward. You hear that Inelle? Your making me akward.
Being taken advantage of: Okay, Sebastian is nice enough to not take advantage of me, but I guess I'm just too nice, and gullible I guess.
Getting Dressed: I bet this sounds a little wrong, but I hate it. I can't wear orange and purple, no bright colored shoes with dark colored clothes. So many unspoken rules. Honestly, it is just to much of a hassle to actually go through.

i solemnly [ s w e a r ] that i am up to no good.

Period One; Calculus, AP
Period Two; Latin Two
Period Three; Honors English
Period Four; Economics, AP
Period Five; AP Chemistry
Period Six; Soccer PE
Extra Curricular; Show Choir, Soccer, and Theater

the secondary characters are [ c a l l i n g ] the shots.

Hercules. Well, I saw the movie, and I guess I kind of look like him for that matter. Though, I must say, not only can neither of us form comprehensible sentences near beautiful girls, but I guess I like helping people. If someone needs help, I'm always there before anyone else, and I guess I never put my needs before anyone else. I guess as well as that, I'm relatively strong. I'm stronger that Sebastian, and I don't work out as much as he does. That must piss him off.

we've all got our junk, and my junk is you

........☆ R u r u k a ☆........

[Wendla Bergmann]

on i [ G O ], to [ W O N D E R ] and to [ L E A R N I N G ] -- ★★

xxxxxxxxxxBenjamin Finn "Benji" Paddock

name the s t a r s , and KNOW their dark returning://

Hades


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the fragile keep secrets
gathered in pockets
and they’ll sell them for nothing
a cheap watch or locket




i am ❝ playing ❞ me ⇐


what's the [ n a m e ] of the game?

Benjamin Finn Paddock


i'm [ c a l l i n g ] to know the world's true yearning.

Benji: A nickname given by anyone that meets me, apparently, the second someone hears my name, it's what they think to call me.
Ben: Yet another loathsome name, taken from my real name.
Benny: What is up with all these nicknames derived from one damn name? Seriously.


one is the [ l o n e l i e s t ] number.

Eighteen years young, May Sixteenth.


why do you [ p r e s s ] your knees together?

I'm a dude. ♂


home is where the [ h e a r t ] is.

Lemerick, Ireland


but still, run it [ b a c k ] again.

O-, Six feet three inches, one hundred and thirty-two pounds.

shoot up some [ y o u ] in the you of some song.

Gay, sorry ladies.

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dig a ❝ little ❞ deeper ⇐

i'm starting with the [ m a n ] in the mirror.

Alright, family say I'm too good looking for my own good, hell, they're family though, why would they tell me to my face I'm ugly or somethin'? Of course not, but, I'm am far from ugly, I've got a strongly angled face, peircing green/blue eyes, I like long walks on the beach, and star-gazing, no, not really. My eye color changes a bit, but, I think it's seasonal or something, like a plant. Great...I'm comparing myself to a plant. Well, continuing then, My hair's a light, mouse brown. Hmm...I don't have a lot much else to say about that, other than I'm not a plant. Alright? Geez I hate metaphors.

you're so vain, you [ p r o l l y ] think this song is about you.

Well, I'm pretty sure my sense of humor is liked by a lot of people, I make everyone laugh, in almost every situation. I've had a few people come up to me, even asking me to preform as a comedian at their crazy clubs or whatever, not my style. Mainly because well...I've got a slight temper, nothing serious though. Except for it's completely random, and one second, I'll be laughing at a joke I've just made up, and then I'll be punching your face in, alright? Just don't get on my bad side, and do exactly what I say, no questions, and we'll get along great. I guarentee it, I'm pretty sure though, I'm one of the only people in the school, that can stay on Seth's good side for more than thirty seconds.

history, little [ m i s s ] didn't do right.

I wasn't born in the U.S. and my irish accent can easily prove that to any non-believers. My parent's met in a pub, and it was one of those one-night-stand deals. I've never met my dad, and my mom says it's better if it stays that way. Mom also says, apparently, I used to be quite the troublemaker in elementary school, oh no no no, not like Seth, more like, fight in the schoolyard, not razor blade in the teacher's apple. Mom reminds me everyday, 'You used to come home everyday, mad as a deviant straight from hell, two blackeyes, and a bloodied lip.' yeah, means I was the loser who got picked on right? Nah. Not a chance. I think the only person that could actually kick my a**, is Garrett.

Because, my Mom also always reminds me, 'But the poor kid you'd get in a wee tussle with, sometimes didn't even get to go home, until the ER said the laddie wasn't in a concussion'. Man, that makes never gets old, makes my day, when she reminds me, with that proud look in her eye. If only she knew though, that I kicked the kids asses, without any type of provoking from their side of the deal. It was only after six lawsuits, did good old Mom decide to get away from the aggravated neighbours, and take me here, to the states, Chicago, Illinois. That was about six years ago, and nothing has changed. Except I haven't been in a court yet. When I was sixteen, I 'found myself', a vague way to put it. Gay, is the harsh way. But, I've got to keep up the hot-head comedian act right? So, I can't be telling everyone around school I don't like the chick-a-dees. If anyone knew, the gig would be over, and I'd be knocked down, to the softie pretending to have a crazy temper. Let's clear a few things up now, temper? I have a really nasty temper, damn, I'm getting angry just thinking of all this.

went and ruined [ a l l ] the true plans.

I'm Gay. hopefully you've got enough intelligence to have figured this one out by now, but, the worst part of it, is that no one knows. I get all antsy and pissed off, even thinking about telling my Mom for s**t's sake. Sometimes it gets kindof lonely, I think I'm the only one in the whole damn school, that rolls how I do, but, I'll keep it that way, as long as it means no one finds out I've got the hots for dudes.

I'm blackmailing Megan. The only reason I asked her out in the first place, was to cover up my real preferences. Hell, she's a nice looking girl, but, for the millionth time, girl's aren't my thing. I know most of her fear's, heights, horses, Scar. The easiest one to threaten her with though is Scar. Damn, that guy scares the s**t out of everyone at the school, but, he's not so bad, once you get past the constant predatorial glare, the whole fact that he won't think twice about killing you, and well...hell what am I saying, the kid's screwed up in the head, but if it keeps Megan in my grasp, then that's fine.

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nine people's ❝ favourite ❞ thing ⇐

everything's coming up [ r o s e s ] for me and for you.

Getting my way: Because we all know, my way is the right way. Right?
Julian: I don't what it is about the guy, no, you didn't read that. I just think he's a cool guy to hang with, and he's becoming a pretty good 'friend' on my list.
Violence: Doesn't matter who or when, it's always fun to watch/be in the middle of/start some good old fashion fighting.
Music: Not that I'm a musician or anything, but come on, who doesn't like music?
Hot things: Wether it be a hot day, really spicy foods, fire. It just makes me feel...alive, I've got this really strange sensation, like I was born to be around s**t that burns.
Colorful words: Long words, strange sayings, cursing in irish and american ways, man, it just gets me all giddy, when I can baffle, or digust people with my word choice. Plus, if you haven't noticed by now, I've got quite the 'potty mouth' as the little kids say.
Outspoken/independent people: It's a challenge to break them down, and they're really fun to mess with.

it was big and [ ugly ] and i don't think it liked me.

Cold: Snow, Ice, Cool drinks, Ice Cream, Winter. SUCKS
Cute, Cuddly, and Fluffy: Give me snakes, lizards, and spiders, screw kittens, puppies, and flowers.
Corny Jokes: If you don't have a good sense of humor, don't even try to be funny, it just embarrasses you and the people laughing at you, not with you.
Boredom: If I'm bored, I'm never happy, I like being constantly stimulated, having things to do, stuff to laugh at.
Peacemakers: They're boring, and like I said, I hate boredom. If you're not going to have the guts to at least throw a few punches, get out of the way of people that want to actually fight.

i solemnly [ s w e a r ] that i am up to no good.

One: Trigonometry Accelerated
Two: Spanish 2
Three: Psychology Accelerated
Four: Philosophy of Religion
Five: Biology AP
Six: Gym and Human Fitness
Extracurricular: N/A

the secondary characters are [ c a l l i n g ] the shots.

What character? Oh, you mean that Hades guy? Wait a damn second, why do I have to be compared to him? Oh...well maybe it's my firey temper, or the fact that I like to control and manipulate others....bend them to my will. Or maybe the fact that I like the heat, but, no, my head does not burst into flames everytime I get furious. I don't know wether the god of the underworld has such a great funny bone but...I thought the guy was funny. Well, I think that's all, Hah. I bet you expecting me to go into detail about how death and skulls fascinate me huh? Nah. Too bad for you then.

we've all got our junk, and my junk is you

........☆Stabbedsoul☆........