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 Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 11:28 pm
“Yeah?”
“Hello, is this a.. Mr. Conor Alvey?”
“Yeah – the ******** you want?”
“Oh, good! Alright, sir, it seems that according to–”
“Dunno! Some f*****t telemarketer! ..Uh huh..”
“. . .”
“Mm.. Dude, are you gonna ******** talk or what?”
“Uh.. Alright, so, according to the departed Mr. Valentine's will..”
“Oh, yeah..”
“..Er.. should there be no willing.. relatives..”
“Mm? ..Ah, <********>, Keith..”
“..The employee – er, sir, are you alright?”
“Yeah. Go on.”
“..Uh.. okay.. Right, so, er – I'll be fast. The Inn on Nirvani Island is under your ownership as of now!”
“Ah – wait! Wait, what, ********, what? Keith, dude, get off – I get what? ...********, he hung up.”
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──────────────────────────────────── Georgia is, surprisingly, where Conor started out. Ah, yes, the stereotype does suggest him to be a well-mannered and religious, doesn't it? Well, little known fact, Conor may not have been a well-mannered child, but he certainly was religious. Blame the parade of parents. He even spoke in a classic Southern drawl growing up! It's a wonder it's not even there in his speech now.. Well, it kinda is. If one were to pay attention, there's always been this lilt in his voice that denotes others of his Southern roots. But, that's a small detail. Anyway, moving on, Conor's folks were decent people. One of them was a reporter for the local newspaper, Cody Alvey, and his mother was a substitute teacher, Melanie Alvey. They lived in Atlanta, Georgia for almost their whole lives, with the exception of Melanie, who hailed from the Peanut Capitol – Blakely! The pair started dating one day after one school shooting.. Odd that they would get together after such an atrocious event, but Cody had a knack for meeting people at the wrong places and so did Melanie, which made them a bit immune to noticing the strangeness of their beginnings. They stuck together for years before Cody popped the question during a lunch period in one of the classes she was charged with. ..Of course, she forced him to do it again after school, but it didn't change her answer any.
After another year, Melanie went off the pill and the two tried for a child. They were given Conor. Unfortunately for them, the pair died in a fire that overtook the first few floors of their apartment complex while Conor was off at a friend's to give them some 'alone time'. The system ate him right up from then, setting him with a nice, new couple who only wanted to do whatever they could to make him happy. ..A funny thing about foster families, though, is they usually have a preferred age group. Not all, but a lot do and, unluckily again for Conor, he got saddled with a bundle of those sort. As soon as he started to think for himself and get an opinion, he was shipped off to the next home, who only kept him for a few months before they decided that foster care wasn't their thing. The next place kept him around for longer, but he had already started to show his behavior as that of an unfavorable sort. Nothing too big – he really just didn't like doing homework. But, that was enough for him to be moved to the next place and so on. Up until his arguably best home.
Cliona Haden was a single teacher in Georgia – a strict Irish Catholic, but an altogether sweet woman. She had the patience to take care of Conor despite his antics and enough decency to keep him around even after she moved out of Georgia to Nirvani island for a teaching job. That alone had him trusting her enough to not assume the worse like he had begun with the others. At ten, he was at Nirvani, playing in a peaceful, safe island for then it didn't have the fearsome panthers and frightening monkeys as it does now. No, the most dangers he encountered were with the other children. Specifically, one such child that came once a year to stay with his family in Nirvani. Why? He wasn't too sure himself, but all he knew was that the two had bonded quicker than anyone else had with Conor. Through a fistfight, but, hey, they were boys – it was the only real way to prove each other as real men! Yes, Conor was a real man at ten – go figure. Regardless, he ignored the few friends he had to hang around the child, who is now known as 'Keith LeBlanc'. All the while, Cliona was getting familiar with a local librarian. Lovestruck, she barely paid as much attention as she should have to the boy. It wasn't really her fault, though – most didn't expect to find a pair of ten-year-olds cutting each other open on the kitchen floor!
That had been, unfortunately for Conor, the last straw for Cliona. The woman was pregnant and engaged, with a now considered out-of-control child like Conor! It wasn't only the knives.. He was a well known bully in his school, hardly ever did his homework, and had a cruel fascination with killing fish, which really wasn't as bad as it looked. She knew his history and speaking with his social worker had done little to calm her nerves, so, panicked, she went to her fiance for comfort. The man had suggested a strict, private academy to help straighten Conor out. Somewhere he would be forced to have an education and be strictly watched! So, the child had been sent off to Saint Suplice des Douleurs! Now, anyone who can properly translate that would wonder why on earth anyone would send their child there, but, to put it simply, Cliona could only speak Gaelic and that wasn't the language used there. So, she was convinced by her fiance that it was a nice, beautiful school of civil, strict, but kind people and not some torture institute. Though, with a woman like Judith on the school board, it was a wonder that the woman didn't find it a frightening place just by that.. Ah, well.
So, by some odd coincidence (or some smooching up to someone's mommy), Conor ended up roomed with Keith. They eventually ended up as friends with benefits through a series of most probably drug-related events before dropping out of the school altogether and running with their tuition money to the streets. A few months went by before Conor burned down their apartment and left them homeless. With barely enough money to get by, they decided to go out to the cheapest place they could think of until they earned up enough cash to go back to the city. Nirvani Island. The arrival at Nirvani Island was pretty casual – they both got a room at an outrageously cheap, but well furnished inn, took part in a few festivals, and hanged around like they always did. It was all the regular mischief they were used to committing – well.
There were some new additions. ..Or, one. Blaire Vatonage, an old friend of Conor's, hadn't left the island since Conor's disappearances years ago. She was still the same girl as before, albeit older and more feminine. It didn't take long for him to start bumping into her, considering how small the town was, and, what had started out as avoiding quickly turned into seeking. Time went by and Conor was sneaking out without Keith by his side to see her, lying whenever questioned, and trying his best to maintain two lives at the same time. There were times, yeah, when he couldn't handle the anxiety of it and he knew it wouldn't last forever, but his youth shined through as he consciously decided he didn't care about the future. Well, until the future came to be his present. A few arguments later, when stress and guilt started to wear on his resolve, Conor let something slip and, for Keith, it had been the clue he needed to figure out what the hell was up with the other. Needless to say, it didn't end well for either. Conor and Keith split that night.
Conor went to stay with Blaire, deciding that the decision of who he should go with was already made through that argument. He stayed with the girl while her guardians were off the island, spending his days sulking in a room. There were the occasional moments where Conor felt better about himself and them, but something or another came biting at him to go back into his corner. It didn't take long before Conor had turned to one of his constant stress relievers – drugs. He made a stupid attempt to coax the girl into trying some with him as, well, misery just loved company, but Blaire wasn't some weak-willed girl. She kicked him out after a heated fight, which Conor sorely came to regret once he sobered. He left a note for her and left the island – but not for good. He checked himself into a rehabilitation center to try to 'fix' himself up.
Half a year later, Conor returned to the island, but he wasn't met with what he had left. There weren't any explanations – no one was willing to outright tell him what had happened, as he was more often met with a snap or punch than anything. But, he was told enough to know he was at fault in some way. Keith had gone into a comatose state, Blaire had been stabbed, and Conor, again, had to choose between the two. Instead of allowing someone else to make the decision, though, he found himself sticking by Keith's side until the man woke up. The engagement he had proposed to Blaire previous was broken off and, as soon as Keith started to get well enough to walk, they both left the island, for what they thought would be for good this time. But, ah, yes, fate just loved to toss them a wild card. Conor had gotten a call that he was the new owner of an inn he once worked at back when he was a teenager by some odd catch the old owner had in his will. Since Keith was done with his culinary arts school and Conor was bored out of his mind without something to keep him busy, they both decided to just come back – with their new cluster of adopted slaves children.────────────────────────────────────
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J O U R N A L L O C A T I O N :: Behind the milk in the refrigerator. [x]
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 7:33 pm
 ηαмε →xoxoKeith Maximilian LeBlancαgε →xoxo20 [now 21]gεη∂εя →xoxoMaleвıяτн∂αy →xoxoSpring 6thнεıgнτ →xoxo6'1''нαıя cσℓσя →xoxoVery Dark Brownεყε cσℓσя →xoxoLight Brownsεхυαℓıτყ →xoxoBisexual with a preference toward malesjσв →xoxoCook at the Torpedo Innjσυяηαℓ →xoxoNext to the toilet seatнısτσяყ →xoxoYoakim's younger brother. Like all the rest of his family, he was sent to boarding school the moment he turned twelves. Little did he know that his roommate would happen to be his childhood summers' friend, Conor, who had also been recently sent there. Immediately resuming their shenanigans, the two kids quickly became the official bullies of their school. While the system tried to stop them from applying that behaviour, it only reinforced them to do it, quickly trying alcohol, smoking and recreational drug. Because of that, he is now an avid chain smoker. Being on the verge of expulsion numerous times, it is only because or his mother influence that neither of them were. Yet, four years into their education, both boy decided that it wasn't worth it. They never showed back up at the school, nor was their tuition money. Making back their way Nirvani Island, little did they know about some acquaintance already living there...
xoxoLiving in a small hotel room with Conor, the boy became a stripper at the local bar. He was underage, but his Fake ID was perfect and he got the job on the spot. That was easy and fast money. Spending the year trying to avoid his family members, he was finally cought on New Year's Eve and an ultimatum was given to him. Pay back the 200 000$ he had stolen by the end of the new year, or being sent to Siberia to work in a shoe factory. If that wasn't bad enought, he would soon discover that his friendship with Conor never was what he believed it was. Thought a year of various up and downs, but mostly downs, his will broke when he learned the (fake) news of Conor's death. Blaming Blair for that, he didn't resist the urge to stab her and fell into a form of catatonic stupor.
xoxoAfter waking up, he realized three things. First off, his legs had atrophied and he wasn't able to properly walk anymore, he couldn't talk anymore, a common state of people who went into catatonia while on drugs and that Conor was ******** alive.
xoxoSuffice to say, he panicked.
xoxoAfter everything was cleared and he knew what had really happen with Conor and Blair and him going cuckoo, he was lucky enough to not get any pursuit on himself, mainly because no one concerned (that wasn't him or Conor) were douches. He went into physiotherapy to regain control of his legs. As soon as he was able to walk properly again, he left the island to go to cooking school, which he had been thinking of doing for a while now. Not that he could return to stripping. Of course, Conor followed him because THEY BELONG TOGETHER D< And by some very twisted logic and extreme feeling of guilt, Conor had realized that Keith had always cared about him, more than Blair ever did or ever would. After all, Keith had tried to kill her for him! (I told you the logic was twisted) and Blair hadn't even try to find him when he was suppose to be dead. Keith only returned to the island once after that... To go to Bela's private wedding with Xiero. Oh, of course he made sure to bring Conor, who wasn't invited, with him, and to make out with him in front of the homophobic groom. That had been a very fun evening.
xoxoAbout a year after leaving the island, he started to gradually regain control of his vocal cords and can now speak fully. The only noticeable difference is the his voice is a bit lower and rough than it was before.Now back in the city, a bit more mature and less drug addicted then they were before, Keith and Conor still were as lazy as ever, realized that having a maid would be wonderful. Oh, of course, they didn't want to actually hire one, which is why they decided to play the system by getting married (or well, only engaged. They forgot to actually go get married) and adopt three children! Now, this raise two questions. Why three kids, and who the ******** was insane enough to let them adopt a child? Well, someone who had Judith as a professor in the past and was too afraid to say no to someone related to her. As for the three kids, they simply asked to adopt whoever was born that same day Conor and Keith being, well, Conor an Keith, they each took a favourite and named them after someone they liked.... No, not after each other. After Quentin Tarentino and John Wayne, of course! As for the 3rd one... Oh well, who cares about the third one? Not them.
xoxoThey now make plan to return to the island because Conor.... Well, if you're interest, just go read Conor's page!.ℓıĸεs →xoxo❥ Lemon
xoxo❥ Pepper
xoxo❥ Pomagrenate
xoxo❥ Knives
xoxo❥ Cigarettes
xoxo❥ Cookig
∂ısℓıĸεs →xoxo☠ Ketchup
xoxo☠ Spanish
xoxo☠ Broccoli
xoxo☠ Peas
xoxo☠ Horses
xoxo☠ Blair Vatonage
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Promised Pain (With Conor)
Beach of Nothingness (Post-Conor)
Silent Wonder (After The Skip)
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 7:34 pm
Quentin Alvey-LeBlanc
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Age: 5
Gender: Male
Birthday: Winter 24
Height: Short for a kid his age
Hair color: Black
Journal/Diary: Inside his pillow casse ████████ ████████ ████████ ████████ ████████ My Storyxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
About: What could be worst than having your parents die in freak accident involving a chewing gum, a rubber band, a spoon and a tire iron? To be adopted by Conor and Keith.Then again, Max, or rather, Quentin, as he'll now be named, was still lucky enough to become Keith's favourite and to have a semi decent life... Unlike the 3rd adopted one...
After moving to the island, it was quite clear that he was the brightest of the three kids and was often left in charge of the house. He was to told John what to do and John would use Eet to complete his tasks. Strangely enough, this worked rather well... after all, none of the kids are dead. Quentin is obviously more bright than most children. He learned to read and write basic sentences before even entering kindergarten and improves everyday. He doesn't care much for social interaction, preferring to keep trying to learn more words. His grandmother has taken a certain interest to him.
♥ Bananas
♥ Pillows
♥ Reading
♥ The Colour Yellow
♥ Fingerpainting
✖ Being Bored
✖ Water
✖ Dogs
✖ Sweets
✖ Marshmallow
♪ Each Lullaby
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 6:48 pm
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──────────────────────────────────── John, formally known as Elmo Gunther, was adopted by by Conor along with the other children and, to be frank, he was probably the happiest of the kids to have his name changed to something else. He couldn't stand all the teasing he got from the other kids with that name.. Oh, well, John was still a happy kid before Conor and Keith. His parents didn't die or anything of that sort – in fact, he barely remembers them. When he was one and a half, he was abandoned due to his parents simply not having enough money to handle a child and, since then, he grew up in an orphanage. It may be a surprise that he didn't get picked up right away being the cute baby he was, but he ended up staying all the way until he was adopted by Keith and Conor at five years old. He got a pair of siblings to have and, hey, he wasn't treated so badly! He got a bed, at least, and Conor coddled him whenever he wasn't busy with Keith, so John still considers himself to be doing pretty well. He's a pretty happy and humble kid and doesn't seem to have much of a mean bone in his body, but he's not exactly the brightest of kids and can't find it in himself to hold a grudge. ────────────────────────────────────
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 6:50 pm
Ⅰ Ⅱ Ⅲ Ⅳ Ⅴ Ⅵ Ⅶ Ⅷ Ⅷ Ⅸ Ⅹ ∂σ уσυ ¢αяє αт αℓℓ؟ Ⅹ Ⅸ Ⅷ Ⅷ Ⅶ Ⅵ Ⅴ Ⅳ Ⅲ Ⅱ Ⅰ "Does it talk?" "..." "Seriously... does it?" "..." "Weird kid..." "...Meep..." "...Did you hear something?" ♧ Name: ? 'Eet' Alvey-LeBlanc
♧ Age: 5 {Now 7}
♧ Height: Very short, a bit shorter than Quentin
♧ Weight: Quite under what a normal child should
♧ Hair Color: Light Brown
♧ Eye Color: Green
♧ Birthday: Winter 24th
♧ Gender: ...
♧ Sexuality: ?
♧ Job: Cow? Bull? Slave? Maid? Child? All of the above?
♧ Favorites: Walls, rags, pickles
♧ Likes: Broccoli
♧ Dislikes: Noise
♧ Diary Location: Non-existent, however it does scribble in a corner of the living room every once in a while.
♧ History: Eet... This is actually best to be taken slowly. A kid born somewhere far away, Eet had a very nice family, warm loving parents, brothers and sister, and a good home, at least for a week. It was then a family outing turned horrible when a serial kidnapper (mad babysitter) took away the couple's child and traveled to another city. The woman was at first aiming to keep it, but the necessity caused her to resort to selling it to the first bidder, who happened to be an orphanage nun (a mad one may we add). By this year Eet was starting to walk, so by the time the nun had taken it to the orphanage and was distracted while scolding another child, Eet was off on it's own into the cruel world. Oh it didn't get that far, since an old lady couldn't bear the thought of the child alone. She took it to another orphanage where it stayed for the next four years of it's life. Hiding in a corner under rags that it played with. The nuns there were finding the child already odd, and scaring the other children when it was seen talking to walls and inanimate objects. Unluckily for Eet, since it was so off in it's world, no one knew of it's name. That made it a prime candidate for the adoption that Conor and Keith did. Unlike it's siblings, Eet is just forgotten by the men, going out the streets whenever and being barely looked after by John. By that we mean getting fed scraps and given a torn blanket to sleep with. Poor Eet... it seems pretty happy though, even if no one wants it, for some twisted reason... probably because it still talks to walls and plays with rags... not like it has anything else to play with.
♧ Personality: Very quiet, curious, impulsive in an off way, and happy.
♧ Family: _____ ♧ Conor Alvey (Adopted Father), Keith LeBlanc (Adopted Father), Quentin Alvey-LeBlanc (Adopted Brother), John Alvey-LeBlanc (Adopted Brother)_____ ♧ ♧ Theme Song: Toy Tracks [►]_____ ♧ Other Songs:__________ Eet [►] (Special Meaning) ♧ Wardrobe: ♧ Throughout the Years: Baby ►►► Toddler
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