Post by aaron on Aug 31, 2009 11:12:53 GMT -6
Aaron, Thomas, Kilbourne
a r e y o u u p f o r , a r e y o u u p f o r t h i s ?
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[/font] and i've been roleplaying for a bunch of[/font] years. i'm twenty one[/font] years old, and i found you through my buddy, Tony![/font]. as you can see, i enjoy using Ben Barnes[/font] as a play-by. oh, and if you want to see what i can do, check out the role play sample. yeah, i'm awesome. i know ! [/blockquote][/blockquote]` I DARE SAY THAT I'VE HEARD OF YOU BEFORE. REMIND ME AGAIN, WHAT'S THE NAME YOUR PARENTS GAVE YOU, ANY SIGNIFICANCE ?- - - - - Aaron Thomas Kilbourne, reporting for duty. Um, yeah. I don’t think my name really means anything special. I mean, Thomas was my dad’s dad’s name, so I guess that’s sorta special. Kilbourne, I’m kinda stuck with, and Aaron... I guess my mom just thought it sounded nice. Hell, I’m just glad I didn’t end up with some weird ass, ‘unique’ name. Or better yet, some retarded spelling, like Aryn, or something. Anyway, that’s my name, don’t wear it out. Unless you’re cute.
` REMIND ME AGAIN, WHEN WERE YOU BORN ? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH.- - - - - Seventeen, ALMOST eighteen. That’s right, almost legal. Uh, me ‘n Shawn were born October 18, 1992. We’re the only kids our parents ever had, so I guess we were pretty bad babies. I mean, when your own mom threatens to sell you to the gypsies? Not that she would. Anyway, October 18th, we were born. I’m ‘older’ by... what? Ten minutes, I think. I’d have to ask. All I know about that point is that our dad had a hell of a time telling us apart, and mom had no problem. ... Actually, he still has problems tellin’ us apart.
` YOU LOOK FAMILIAR, HAVE I SEEN YOU AROUND SCHOOL ?- - - - - Psh. Probably. I’m a senior. And an athlete, thank you. I’m one of those weird kids, those ones that seem to get good marks without tryin’, and still manages to find time for sports. I dunno, it’s weird. I study, but not as hard as I should, I know. If Shawn was here, he’d be telling you that between us, I got all the brains. It’s not true. Things just stick with me, y’know? And I don’t do drugs to make that change. Anyway, I play on the soccer team and run track.
` MAYBE IT WAS JUST AROUND. WHERE ARE YOU FROM ?- - - - - Me ‘n Shawn, we’ve been here our whole lives. Oh yeah, that means we were around for the shootings. Scariest fuckin’ thing ever. But yeah, we’re from around here. We live like... ten blocks from the school, in the same house since we were kids. I love this place, but I wanna see the world. Travel a bit, y’know? But all in all, this is a good place. Minus the shooting. Which still freaks me out.
` OKAY, BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE YOU IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DON'T WORRY, MY LIPS ARE SEALED.- - - - - Girls, man! Okay, so I can’t slam guys who date guys, but I can’t exactly say why without someone making my home life hell, so... yeah. But me? Girls are the way to go. I’ve had a couple girlfriends, but nothing hugely serious. About six months is my longest stretch.
` ALRIGHT, ON TO THE GOOD STUFF. WHAT DO YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME ? ANY FAVORITE PASTIMES ?- - - - - Athletics! Yeah! ... If I’m not practicing with the team, I love kicking the ball around the backyard, especially if Shawn comes out to play too. I play video games too, especially first person shooters. Halo rules my world. My parents are big on family time, and we’ve grown up with stuff like ‘family game night’ and that stuff, and it’s not so bad. Hell, even my girlfriends have come around and played. It’s not really a pastime, but I tend to get roped into helping Shawn with his homework a lot. It’s not that I really mind... honestly. It’s just that if I have an option, I’d really rather be doing something else. Especially outside. I like shopping, too. You could say I follow the trends, yeah. I like looking good.
` TELL ME: WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE.- - - - - Well, I love my brother. I’ll say that now. We’re twins, man. You can’t ignore that. So Shawn’s one of my favourite things, even if he IS a pain in the ass sometimes. I like cats too – we have three. Simba, Eddie, and Molly. Simba’s mine. Um... what else? Ah, going running first thing in the morning, when the streets are still quiet. I like music, my iPod is my soul mate, I swear. As is my laptop. I swear, I’d die if I didn’t have access to Facebook and Twitter. Videogames, hot chocolate, but it’s gotta have Bailey’s in it, GUM (I go through up to two packs a day, depending on what I’m doing), thriller movies and books, and soccer. And switching places with Shawn, but only when it’s going to do some good. Yup. That’s the list.
` AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THERE ARE THINGS WE JUST CAN'T STAND. WHAT ARE YOUR'S ?- - - - - The fact that Shawn smokes, that pisses me off. People that pick on him. Seriously, you pick on him, you make friends with my fist. Even if the fucker does smoke. I hate it when Eddie goes psycho and bites my hand, and I actually really, really hate the rain. Being cold, too. Druggies. Eggs. When Shawn hogs the shower so there’s NO hot water left. Stupid questions (because there IS such a thing as a stupid question). Britney Spears. Just... no. And sharks. And scorpions. Do I sound whiny yet?
` ANY SHORT OR LONG TERM GOALS ? WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS ? IN TEN ? HOW DO YOU PLAN TO GET THERE ?- - - - - Eh, so long as I actually graduate at some point, I’ll be happy. ‘Course, my parents want a little more than that, because if anyone has a shot at going to a good school, it’s probably me. It’d be kinda nice if I got some kind of scholarship through soccer or track, but hey, if that doesn’t work, whatever. I’m still not sure exactly what I wanna do after school. I could be a gym teacher, but... I’m not fat enough. Or ugly.
` WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT HAS SCARED YOU THE MOST, WHAT WOULD IT BE ?- - - - - Fuck, I lived through the scariest moment ever last year. One minute I’m walking along the hallway, talkin’ to Shawn, minding my own business, and then I heard the shots. Shawn went down, fast, and I thought for sure he’d been hit. But no, he was just shakin’ and scared. That was the worst, right there, thinking I was about to lose him. He’s more or less my other half. He still spooks at loud noises. Poor kid.
Other than that... seriously, Discovery Channel, and scorpions. WHY do they feel the need to do specials on those suckers? They’re freaky.
` IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?- - - - - Meh, there’s no one right now. The last girlfriend I had lasted about three months. The longest I’ve held one is about six months. I dunno. Between having to deal with classes, and sports, and Shawn... well... I guess I just don’t have a hell of a lot of time. I like having girlfriends, I really do. But sometimes, I think I scare ‘em off.
` NOW, YOU KNOW THAT I ADORE YOU, BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT SOME OTHER PEOPLE FOR A BIT. A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME THAT YOU HAVE SOME PRETTY EXTRAVAGANT PARENTS, TELL ME ABOUT THEM.- - - - - Aw, the ‘rents aren’t that interesting. My mom’s name is Bev, she’s 41 and a wedding planner. So she’s always running around and nattering on the phone. Half the time, she’s not even home for dinner. But that’s okay. The guys have learned to fend for themselves in our house. Without resorting to the golden arches, too. My dad’s name is Charlie, and he’s a plumber. Don’t laugh. He makes good money.
` DANG. ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ?- - - - - Mom ‘n Dad stopped at me and Shawn. We’re identical twins, and people have a hell of a time telling us apart at a glance. It’s not so hard, really. At least, I don’t think so. We’re very different people. Shawn’s my brother, and I gotta love him. Sure, he’s a pain sometimes. Like when I’m in the middle of a round of Halo and he comes around asking for help with his homework. Well, okay, that’s not so bad, I know. But it happens a lot. There’s ups and downs to being twins. People ask us stupid questions, like can we read each other’s minds, and that kind of stuff. No, we can’t. But that doesn’t mean I can’t tell when something happens to him. I can’t explain the link we have. It’s just... there.
` HOW ABOUT PETS, HAVE ANY OF THOSE ?- - - - - Oh yeah, we have ‘em. We’ve got three cats – Simba, who’s just a shorthaired run of the mill orange tom, Eddie, who’s a black shorthaired spawn of HELL, and Molly, who’s a ragdoll, and pretty damn cute. Simba’s mine. Eddie’s sorta Shawn’s, in that Shawn is the ONLY one he doesn’t claw at or bite. And Molly just loves everyone.
We also have a chinchilla. He’s Shawn’s, and his name is Cody. Keeping the cats away from the cage is a real pain, but worth it, at least for Shawn’s sake. He likes the stupid rat.
` OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHAT'S YOUR BEST KEPT SECRET ? I WON'T TELL !- - - - - Well... some people know, some people don’t. I get a little... heated, when I’m aggravated. I get a little loud, get a little violent... I’ve been talked to a few times about it, and there’s been talk of some kind of anger management, but whatever. It’s not that big a deal. If a few dimwits happen to piss me off and end up with a fist in their face, it’s their fault, really. Not mine. I catch you calling my brother a retard, I’m gonna kick your ass, simple as that.------------------------------------------------------------
oh hai there, CARSON HIGH ! my name is Mads
[ooc – This is from another site, but it’s essentially a typical post, using Aaron’s very own twin, Shawn. :3]
The bell rang, signalling the end of class. But one student in particular didn’t move. It wasn’t that he was in trouble, and had to stay afterward. It was that he knew what would be waiting for him out in the hall. Just a few weeks ago, he’d entered into this strange place. Alone. That thought made his stomach twist in the familiar nausea. He wanted to go home. He wanted to be able to curl up on the bed with Aaron, where the world was all right. Because Aaron wouldn’t tease him, or hurt him. He was already nursing a bruise along his ribs. He didn’t really want to add to it. But they would be waiting for him.
And this had all started because his teacher had called on him in class on his first day. He’d struggled with the passage she’d wanted read, and ended up in near tears because he simple couldn’t. Didn’t they know he had problems reading? Apparently they hadn’t received that memo yet. So, he’d been at the mercy of the other students. The rougher patients, the ones that seemed to get off on the pain of others to make themselves feel better. Slowly, he stood up, taking long, deep breaths. He didn’t want to go out there. But he couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t hide out in the class forever.
He picked his way through the maze of desks and peered out of the door. There they were. Aaron had told him that the trick was to establish yourself as the dominant one. The problem was, Shawn didn’t have a dominant bone in his body. He couldn’t stand up for himself very well. And this was, after all, his worst nightmare. Not only had he lost Aaron, but he was forced to face up to the fact that this particular group of boys didn’t like him. And he hated that fact. Rejection wasn’t something he handled well. One of them, a big one with muscles that seemed to bulge at ever subtle shift, turned Shawn’s way. “Oh look, it’s the retard.” Shawn bit his lip. “I’m not...” “Not what, Retard? Should we play a little game? If you can read this, we’ll let you go today.” He slipped a small book from his back pocket. Shawn’s eyes widened. He knew what it was. He’d been told about it. A “slam book.” Where they put nasty little notes about everyone around them. Even if he could, he didn’t want to read it. But they pulled it open to a page, where his name was sketched at the top. That much, he recognized. “Read it,” the big one snapped. “Out loud.” He shoved the book into Shawn’s hands. The boy trembled, taking the book. The words were bad enough as it was, but through the threatening tears, it was even harder. The words all ran together, the letters shuffling around and making no sense. “I... I can’t,” he managed to choke out. The big one smirked. “Too bad, Retard. You agreed to the deal.” He gave a little nod, and one of the others came forward and punched Shawn in the ribs, right where he was already bruising. Ow! Just a little while, just a bit of pain. That was all he had to endure. Until tomorrow, anyway.
The bell rang, signalling the end of class. But one student in particular didn’t move. It wasn’t that he was in trouble, and had to stay afterward. It was that he knew what would be waiting for him out in the hall. Just a few weeks ago, he’d entered into this strange place. Alone. That thought made his stomach twist in the familiar nausea. He wanted to go home. He wanted to be able to curl up on the bed with Aaron, where the world was all right. Because Aaron wouldn’t tease him, or hurt him. He was already nursing a bruise along his ribs. He didn’t really want to add to it. But they would be waiting for him.
And this had all started because his teacher had called on him in class on his first day. He’d struggled with the passage she’d wanted read, and ended up in near tears because he simple couldn’t. Didn’t they know he had problems reading? Apparently they hadn’t received that memo yet. So, he’d been at the mercy of the other students. The rougher patients, the ones that seemed to get off on the pain of others to make themselves feel better. Slowly, he stood up, taking long, deep breaths. He didn’t want to go out there. But he couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t hide out in the class forever.
He picked his way through the maze of desks and peered out of the door. There they were. Aaron had told him that the trick was to establish yourself as the dominant one. The problem was, Shawn didn’t have a dominant bone in his body. He couldn’t stand up for himself very well. And this was, after all, his worst nightmare. Not only had he lost Aaron, but he was forced to face up to the fact that this particular group of boys didn’t like him. And he hated that fact. Rejection wasn’t something he handled well. One of them, a big one with muscles that seemed to bulge at ever subtle shift, turned Shawn’s way. “Oh look, it’s the retard.” Shawn bit his lip. “I’m not...” “Not what, Retard? Should we play a little game? If you can read this, we’ll let you go today.” He slipped a small book from his back pocket. Shawn’s eyes widened. He knew what it was. He’d been told about it. A “slam book.” Where they put nasty little notes about everyone around them. Even if he could, he didn’t want to read it. But they pulled it open to a page, where his name was sketched at the top. That much, he recognized. “Read it,” the big one snapped. “Out loud.” He shoved the book into Shawn’s hands. The boy trembled, taking the book. The words were bad enough as it was, but through the threatening tears, it was even harder. The words all ran together, the letters shuffling around and making no sense. “I... I can’t,” he managed to choke out. The big one smirked. “Too bad, Retard. You agreed to the deal.” He gave a little nod, and one of the others came forward and punched Shawn in the ribs, right where he was already bruising. Ow! Just a little while, just a bit of pain. That was all he had to endure. Until tomorrow, anyway.
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