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 Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 7:36 pm
Table of contests
1. Ⓛaurent Ⓙames Ⓢcott
2. Ⓒlaude Ⓡobert Ⓢcott
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 7:37 pm
____________________________________________________Ⓛaurent________Ⓙames________Ⓢcott
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        My name is :: Laurent James Scott
Some like to call me :: Laurent
I'm this many :: Nineteen
I stand at :: Five feet and eleven inches
Weighing in at :: One hundred and thirty-one pounds
Blowing out my candles on :: Fourteenth of Spring
Isn't it obvious :: Male
I make a living by :: Librarian
Sexuality :: Homosexual
I live in :: A house with my brother
My journal :: Under my mattress
Theme Song :: Path of Repentance
Get me that ::
❤ Exotic things, everything from animals to men. I can't get enough of anything that you can't normally find. A strong accent, a strange color, ahhh~
❤ Suits, I enjoy looking my sharpest and nothing does that better than a nice suit.
❤ Theater, no I don't mean a cinema either. If I meant cinema I would have said cinema. I enjoy all forms of dramatic expression, especially if it means that their will be tights involved.
❤ Family and friends, yes, yes, I know it's cliche. Duh, Laurent. You obviously like them, I mean you choose your friends and everyone likes at least part of their family. Well, you don't understand what it's like to actually hate all other people. These chosen few mean a lot.
❤ Books, I enjoy being holed up in the house with nothing more than the soft sound of music playing, a cup of hot tea beside me, and a book in my hand. The only thing that could possibly make that better is if it were pouring down the rain. It paints such a relaxing image.
Get that the ******** away ::
☠ Facial hair, I cannot stand it on me and I hate it on all others. It just looks so weird, like you taped pubic hairs to your face or something. Who wants that?
☠ Bright colors, I don't enjoy much of flashy things at all. But, these are by far the worst. If you have to wear it you are obviously looking for attention.
☠ Loud music, I guess this really boils down to obnoxious and rude people. But, loud music is the biggest of my worries with that type. I have sensitive ears and cannot stand that sort of thing.
☠ People, there's just something about 90% of people that drives me insane. I can't stand to even be around most, let alone hold a conversation. It's just a horrendous thought. I find this to be a daily struggle for me, waking up and worrying about all the types of people I will meet gets tiring.
☠ The few that give gays a bad name, you know the type. The ones that have an orgasm over fluffy things. I mean, who really does that? No one thinks your cute. You might get a pity ********, but you'll end up alone.
and I'm terrified of :: Being hit by a car. I had nightmares about on a regular basis as a small child and it just seems so real now. I try to avoid roads at all costs.
History ↘↘
XXXXXXXX I grew up the youngest of a small family in northern Vermont. I was always babied and got all of the attention I could ever want from most of the family. So, I was never much inclined to go outside of our lovely abode to find companionship. I guess that's why I'm the hermit-type that I am. I spent a lot of time around the sibling closest to my age, time makes the biggest reason, I suppose. Our relationship back then probably relates to our moving here together now. I found that I always preferred to watch my mother in the kitchen then to watch the boys with their cars or football with dad. But, that isn't that weird of a thing. It's not like I'm one of those freaks that thinks they're born gay and showed all of this gay stuff as a child. I was the youngest, my older brothers were jocks and jerks. Of course I would want to hang out with mom.
So, how did I figure out I was gay? Well, it started in high school when I was trying to figure out why I had never asked a girl out. There were plenty of girls around that I thought were good looking, but I couldn't allow my mind to even travel to the depths of a sexual relationship. It just didn't seem to fit. So, I tried hanging around some guys to see if maybe that would push something to the surface. But, it only made things more complicated. I didn't enjoy being around guys at all, they were all so immature and stupid. I preferred the company of any of my sisters over them. Yes, it wasn't until I was so frustrated with it all that I drove to the next large town and found myself one of those clubs, you know the type. I paid the nice man at the door and had a few drinks before going into a dark back room and came out knowing that I did not ever want to see another naked woman and that nothing felt better than a man's hands. Nothing.
School was a pretty good time for me, I had good grades, mainly because I never went anywhere. Nothing much ever happened on the love front for me, no one of much interest ever came around. My mother always encouraged me to join a sport to help me get out of the house, but nothing was ever appealing. I didn't understand why someone would rather sweat than read a book. People are so weird, really. But, there was one club that I finally found that I enjoyed, Drama Club! So, I quickly became a theater buff, spending what time I wasn't helping cook in the library reading up on whatever I could.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 7:40 pm
____________________________________________________Ⓒlaude________Ⓡobert________Ⓢcott
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        My name is :: Claude Robert Scott
Some like to call me :: Claude
I'm this many :: Twenty-three
I stand at :: Six feet and four inches
Weighing in at :: One hundred and sixty-eight pounds
Blowing out my candles on :: Twentieth of Winter
Isn't it obvious :: Male
I make a living by :: Cop
Sexuality :: Heterosexual
I live in :: A house with my brother
My journal :: On the top shelf of my gun case
Theme Song :: I Stand Alone Understanding...
Get me that ::
❤ Guns, I'm really not sure what it is. But, there is something about the feeling of power you get while holding them, and that just feels so damn good.
❤ Being better than you, does that even really need to be explained? Me, superior. You, inferior.
❤ Night, everything is just a little better at night. That's all there is to it. I enjoy the feel of the cool breeze, the sounds, so relaxing.
❤ Owls, they're always out in the night with me, and they're just so pretty.
❤ Spicy food, It's just so damn good, and Laurent makes the best.
Get that the ******** away ::
☠ Bright colors, I guess eye sensitivity runs in the family or something. I can't stand that. Gives me a headache from hell.
☠ Most other birds, they're so cheery and annoying. Especially the ones that are up real early. Which reminds me...
☠ Mornings, I don't have the slightest idea how Laurent does it. He's always up in the mornings and I just can't do it.
☠ Classical music, or any of that other crap that Laurent likes. Needless to say, we don't play music around each other.
☠ Pasta, I don't really know why. It's the texture, the sight, it feels like a worm slithering down the back of your throat. I can't stand it.
and I'm terrified of :: Never figuring it out. I mean, it feels like life is just dragging on and on and then starting over. I don't want to feel that way forever.
History ↘↘
XXXXXXXX I was born the middle child of our family. The middle is a pretty awkward place to be, actually. You have responsibility, but not near as much as the older and much more than the little ones. You have to watch the little ones while the older ones watch you. It's just a vicious circle of chores and you're trapped smack dab in the middle. I wound up being closest to the baby-brat Laurent. The girl's had all of their clubs and sports, so he had no one to hang with and the boy's were doing the same and left me behind. It's not that I didn't like sports or anything, I was always happy to watch them on TV with dad or throw the ball around in the yard. But, I just didn't want to get up at godawful hours on the weekend to get sweaty out in the sun. None of the coaches wanted to listen to me tell them that they should have night sports. So, I never did much in school. Studied enough to get by, dated a couple girls, had a few little jobs here and there. Nothing to get excited about.
Our lives were pretty plain back home and it just seemed like a time for change. So, once everything was all figured out and we had found a place that would surely make a great home; we packed our bags and ran to the nearest boat to get to some weird island. This place better be all that Laurent thinks it will.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 2:38 pm
-Pets-  Name: Winchester Steel Scott
Age: 2 years old
History: Obviously, Winchester belongs to the gun enthusiast of the family, Claude. Claude is currently trying to teach him to be a cop dog, so he can take him to work. But, the doggy has a mind of it's own and doesn't take well to training.
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