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 Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 7:47 am
"I've been an writer for as long as I can remember. I guess that's not that long." Old Barren Pines CertFirst Floor: Room 23.
Identification Number MON-23.
If you can't find it, look for the room spilling out into the hallway.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 7:48 am
 About the Author: Name: Remington Montgomery
Nicknames: Remi, Rem (since his full name sounds outdated), Remmy-butt
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Fav. Food: Gummy Peach Slices, Orange Debby Cupcakes, and Cold Lo Mein
Hated Food: Beets, Brussels routs, and Maple Syrup. He's recently decided to try to become a vegetarian as meat makes him queasy.
Gift: Writer – Author of such books as The Forgotten Avenue and Once Upon Nowhere, Remi loves writing modern fantasy stories. His writing usually is set in today’s day and age, mixing fantasy in and out of the world around him. His characters are usually normal people like students, telemarketers, or even taxi drivers who fall into imaginary worlds by accident and not predestination. While he is usually working on a book at any given point, he submits short stories and flash fiction pieces, having been published in McSweeney’s and other notable publications. He also dabbles in other things, creating a few children stories in Highlights about a timid pygmy goat named Fin. It gets on his nerves that none of his works have managed to get on Oprah’s book club list.
Hobbies:
Socializing: Weather it's for an interview or just a reason to find some inspiration, Remi will talk to most anyone. If you're in the kitchen, he'll meander in in hopes of a chat and maybe some of those cookies your baking. If you leave your dorm room open, it's a invitation for the writer to come in and closely examine your monitor to see what you're working on. In short, he's bored and curious. He knows he has to get away from his work once in a while and stretching his feet by sniffing out someone to gab with is a nice relief.
Reading: No better way to relax than with a good book, though Remi's brand of favorite literature is more along the lines of The True Story of the Three Little Pigs and Catwings. He doesn't believe a good book has to be over 300 pages to be a classic and has fun reading old and new children's books all the time.
Pretending: Sometimes Remi gets bored and when he does, he plays out random thoughts in his head. A bathroom stall can become a holding cell, a walk down the street can become a struggle to get medicine back to the orphans through a blizzard, and your stuffed animal will turn into a undiscovered species. He likes to involve other people in his games and can often make you a star in his little play.
Writing: His first love and passion. Remi hopes to write something he can be proud of. Life wouldn't have meaning in the end if he dies without at least having one book of his own the shelf of some library or bookstore. It's not so much fame and money (though they are nice), as it is just being remembered as an author. You can usually see him with a notebook of any size from pocket memopad to a full binder on his person just in case he gets a moment of inspiration.
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Virtues:
Observant: The world is his reference material, and not being the best at memorizing dialogue, going out and listening to other people really makes him demands that he pay attention. When you talk, he’ll listen to what words you use and in what tone. Did your eyebrow move just slightly in frustration or was that concern? He will usually notice if you tap your pencil too many times on your desk or have a tendency to wipe your mouth excessively when eating. Though he’ll usually write this all down in a notebook to remember later, he’s a great person to notice when something is not quite right.
Empathetic: To get to the heart of a person, you need to place yourself in their shoes. Remi tries to see how you feel from your standpoint and tries to work out why you do what you do. His mind is always asking questions about how a person’s responsibilities, obligations, background, and desires work with and against them. If you come to him to talk, he’ll listen and try his best to understand you. Not only for your sake, but because he can use your troubles in later stories. If he’s going to base a character from you’re problems, he needs to know how to write how you are feeling at that point in time.
Doesn’t Judge: To Remi, there is no evil or good character. The villain can have a soft spot for labradors and the best heroine can be having an affair with her sister’s husband. The world is gray to Remi, and he doesn’t want to be the one saying what is right and wrong. He’ll take you for the unique person you are and knows that different readers will side with different characters. It’s not his place to scold you for who you are. To him, every reader will see it in his or her own way.
Flaws:
And you are? – Don’t expect Remi to wave at you down the hallway. He has a terrible memory and probably doesn’t remember that you talked to him in class on Monday. He might have an inkling that he has seen you from somewhere, but matching a face, a name, and even a time is hard, and he’ll spend most of his time wondering why you are talking to him in the first place. It is best to treat each meeting as a new one, since that will be the road he’ll be taking. It takes a really long time for him to remember you, but once he has, he'll usually good half the time. His best friends still get called by the wrong name. This isn’t just limited to school as he often replaces the name of one main character with that from another story in his head or the fact he made someone have a different hair color than previously written. It’s why most of his stories have been rejected from magazines just due to their inconsistencies. He keeps files on characters just to make sure he's correct on different characters.
Madness to his Madness – Living in a room that isn’t spilling with books, papers, and an overflowing wastebasket is not a place he can work in. While he does not like the smells of rooting foodstuffs in his room and takes showers regularly (his computer is set with reminders now to help), he doesn’t like anyone messing with his things that could ruin the creative atmosphere. His desk will usually have bottles of OJ and Jones Soda in various stages of being finished, his desk drawers are filled with anything from a bag of Caramel Chews to a first aid kit, and his bed is never made. You know that pen he borrowed in class yesterday. You’re not getting it back. When his room is not enough, he’ll go to the nosiest, most populated places to write. The louder and more chaotic they are, the better. He’ll usually visit these places with enough to be considered ‘just acceptable for the public, with his hair usually messy and making sure whatever clothes he puts on are from the clean laundry pile. Depending on who you are, he is either seen as messy or artistic. The only time you will seen him pressed and starched is for a school photo.
Can't handle critiques: His parents are proud they have a writer for a son, and have high expectations that he will make their last name famous. They love him for it, boast about him in front of relatives, and give him attention because of it. When a teacher or a friend gives him a review that is even remotely bad, he will curled up in bed and lets himself go to hell until someone comes along to help him out of his funk. These are usually his parents or a friend, who comes by to pull him back to his laptop to write again. Tell him he is the best. That he is a literary genius, and everyone who says different doesn’t know jack about writing. He needs to know you like what he's writing!
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 7:50 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 7:52 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 9:41 pm
Remi Montgomery and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Dream.
It had been a long time since Remi had an actual nightmare that unsettled him when he woke up, but as he ripped his eyes open, he could still remember the dream vividly down to the feel of skin breaking against his enamel. Reaching up, he made sure there were no pieces of flesh between his teeth and checking his face all over just to check that this was him, Remi, in the real world. While he fantasized about what the world would be like if zombies took over (what kid didn’t?), he never imagined BEING the zombie. It had always been a fun thought, like wandering shopping malls and making long moans for your entire life. It was either that or being one of the survivors who had to use records and plastic bats to fend off your neighbors. EATING SOMEONE had not been part of his daydreams. Not until now.
It felt real to him, and he sat up to check his room. It was early morning, and the glow of light blue fell on his floor, or what could be considered a floor as it was crowded with tossed books, discarded shoes, and various trinkets. A plastic alligator with a large smile made his shiver, and a picture of a nude woman half obscured by a sock seemed more delicious than it had yesterday.
“I need to stop eating before bed.” He thought, deciding to go along the same lines as Scrooge and consider his hallucinations nothing more than undigested food. He did eat some jerky from the vending machines with a packet of Nutter Butters. It could just be them not mixing well with the Orange Crush he drank.
Right now, he didn’t know if he should be impressed or terrified at how detailed his imagination had made the dream. The kid he devoured had been a classmate who sat in front of him in English. The only reason he remembered was that he always asked to borrow a pencil from him when he forgot his, or tapped him to figure out what page they were on. A deep sense of guilt came to him in that he didn’t even remember the name of the kid who’s cheek he tore into. When they screamed and tried to push them off, he bite into fingers and tore off digits, spitting out bone and lapping up exposed flesh with his tongue like he was trying to lick out the cream filing from a Twinky.
“Ugh!” He said, giving a dramatic shake and reaching out to find any book that could help rid his mind of such a thought. Usually he would have written about such an experience, but Remi decided there were some things that didn’t need to be written down.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 3:57 pm
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 10:34 am
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 10:43 am
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