Post by shawn on Aug 31, 2009 15:27:51 GMT -6
Shawn Elias 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 ?- - - - - Shawn Elias Kilbourne. Um, Aaron just looked it up, because he was curious (after being too lazy to look up his own...) and apparently it doesn’t mean much. It’s just the Irish form of John. I know that Elias was my grandfather on my mother’s side’s name, so that’s where that came from. It’s some tradition in our family, to pass on names like that. I like my name. It’s easy to spell. Though, much as I hate computers, all I can is thank God for spell check. And Aaron.
` REMIND ME AGAIN, WHEN WERE YOU BORN ? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH.- - - - - I was born October 18, 1992. I’m seventeen now, but I’ll be eighteen soon. Yay. I don’t think that anything special happened when we were born. Mom was there, Dad was there. Aaron said that we were really tiny, but I don’t know how true that is. I do know that our dad did, and still does, have a problem telling us apart. Which is dumb. It’s easy, if you look.
` YOU LOOK FAMILIAR, HAVE I SEEN YOU AROUND SCHOOL ?- - - - - You might have seen me. I kind of hope not, though. I try to stay invisible. It’s hard because Aaron’s so popular, and a lot of people start talking to me, thinking I’m him. If I was bolder, I might have fun pretending to be him. But I’m not. So I don’t. I’m a junior, I got held back because I failed the end of year exams. Not just one or two, like usual, but all of them. A few teachers said that it wasn’t a surprise, because I witnessed what happened last year. And they all pretend to be understanding. I just want school to be over with.
` MAYBE IT WAS JUST AROUND. WHERE ARE YOU FROM ?- - - - - I’ve lived here all my life, in the same house since I was born. Same neighbourhood. ... Wow, is that really how you spell that? I was way off. Anyway, if you’ve lived here all your life too, we might have gone to school together. I would have been the quiet, stupid one in the back. If you noticed me at all.
` OKAY, BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE YOU IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DON'T WORRY, MY LIPS ARE SEALED.- - - - - I’d rather it not be broadcasted around, but I like guys. My parents know, and they’re okay with it. So is Aaron. I know it makes some people uncomfortable, so I just keep quiet about it.
` ALRIGHT, ON TO THE GOOD STUFF. WHAT DO YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME ? ANY FAVORITE PASTIMES ?- - - - - Ohh... I like photography. My family gave me a really nice camera for Christmas last year. I use it a lot. I like to take pictures of Aaron, especially when he’s running or playing soccer, but I know it bugs him. I play videogames too – puzzle games, mostly, like arcade games. Pac Man rules. I like going to the arcade up the street, too, and kicking some butt at DDR. I may not be able to read or write so well, but I can follow the flashing arrows. As dumb as it sounds, I like making photo albums and scrapbooks. And playing soccer in the backyard with Aaron. Art, too. There is something liberating about being able to express myself. Most people do it with words, but that doesn’t work so well for me.
` TELL ME: WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE.- - - - - Things that make me smile? Well, Aaron, for one thing. He always knows what to say to make me feel better. I like Eddie, too, because he doesn’t hate me like he hates Aaron. And Cody, because he’s neat. Like a rabbit and a squirrel mixed together to make something soft and cute. I love my camera, and seeing my photos for the first time. I love The Simpsons, and things that glow in the dark. I know Aaron hates me for it, but cigarettes make me smile. They calm me down. I like watching race cars on TV, and curling up with popcorn and the Die Hard trilogy. Oh, and music.
` AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THERE ARE THINGS WE JUST CAN'T STAND. WHAT ARE YOUR'S ?- - - - - Okay. These are the things I don’t like.
Sunburn
Cold weather
Computers (except for spell check)
Loud noises
When Aaron yells at people or hits them because of me (he thinks I don’t know, but I do)
Dancing (I just feel awkward, like everyone’s looking at me)
The word ‘retard’
The fact that Aaron hates me for smoking
Homework, and getting frustrated in class
Teachers
SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL
` ANY SHORT OR LONG TERM GOALS ? WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS ? IN TEN ? HOW DO YOU PLAN TO GET THERE ?- - - - - I don’t know. I think I’ll be lucky to graduate. I already got held back once. It wasn’t fun. I don’t know what I can do. My mom says that the sky is the limit, but I don’t know. I just don’t know. I’m not the smart one in the family. That’s Aaron. The best I can hope for at this point is just graduating.
` WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT HAS SCARED YOU THE MOST, WHAT WOULD IT BE ?- - - - - Guns. I wasn’t always scared of guns, but after last year? My dad used to take me and Aaron target shooting, and I was a pretty good shot. But now, I won’t even go near them. Loud noises make me jump, too. I’m also scared of losing Aaron. He’s my brother, and my best friend. Once he goes off to university, or wherever he goes, I’ll be alone for the first time in my life. And that scares me. But not as much as guns.
` IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?- - - - - Nope. No one. Either no one wants to get involved with me because of Aaron being an overprotective bully (not that I’m ungrateful) or if I’m just that unappealing. I’ve watched Aaron date dozens of girls, but I’ve never dated, ever. But that’s okay. Really.
` 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.- - - - - Well, my parents work really hard. My mom’s a wedding planner. A really good one, too. She’s always booked back to back, and apparently, she makes miracles happen. According to the women she talks to, anyway. She’s 41, and still pretty. At least I think so. Not in the gross way, just that she still looks young. And my Dad, Charlie, he’s 43. He works as a plumber, and you can laugh if you want, but he’s good at his job. And he’s nice. He still loves my mom, which is awesome.
` DANG. ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ?- - - - - Aaron, my identical twin brother. ... Wow, identical is a stupid word to spell. Anyway. Aaron’s my brother, and we’re really close. I know I annoy him a lot, but he still loves me. I think. He’s older, by a few minutes. When we were little we’d trade places all the time to confuse people. We don’t do it much anymore. We’re too much our own people now. Besides, Aaron is confident. I’m... not.
` HOW ABOUT PETS, HAVE ANY OF THOSE ?- - - - - Yeah! We have lots of pets. We have Eddie, who’s kind of my cat. He’s black, and he doesn’t like very many people. Then we have Simba – Aaron’s orange cat, and Molly, the family ragdoll. She’s sweet, but Eddie doesn’t like her.
And then I have my chinchilla, Cody. He’s black with a white belly and white feet. And he’s really neat. When I can’t sleep at night, I sit on the floor and watch him. He’s awake at night too, and I keep him company. Aside from Aaron, Cody is my best friend. Eddie keeps trying to eat him, but we won’t let him.
` OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHAT'S YOUR BEST KEPT SECRET ? I WON'T TELL !- - - - - Nightmares.
Okay, I’ll be more specific, but please, don’t tell. I... I have really bad nightmares sometimes. As it, wake up in a cold sweat and not able to breathe nightmares. My mind likes to dwell on last year. I don’t want to tell my parents, or hell, even Aaron. It’s wussy, having nightmares at my age. So when I wake up scared, I just sit by Cody’s cage and watch him.
My parents don’t know I smoke, either. Aaron knows, and he’s pissed. But my mom would kill me. Dad smokes, and she’s always nagging him. She doesn’t know that most of the time, there’s where I get my supply from.
Then there's the secret I just don't like being common knowledge. I'm dyslexic. Basically, I can't read or write very well. When I read, the letters shuffle around and scramble. And I can't spell worth shit. My family is really understanding, Aaron especially, because I rely on him to help me with my assignments. I go to all the low level classes, but I still struggle. And I hate it. People call me a retard, and all kinds of nasty names. And sometimes, I just feel like dropping out. But no one knows that.------------------------------------------------------------
oh hai there, CARSON HIGH ! my name is Mads
[ooc - xD I love this post. This is a delinquent charrie I have. He's great fun. :3 And if Tony sees this, hi Tony!]
What the hell was this? Were therapists even allowed sick days? He didn’t think so. Much as he disliked Roman, at least he was used to him. But today, instead of his regular session with Rome, he’d been told that the guy was out sick today, and he’d be seeing someone else. Already, he was dragging his feet. He didn’t want to see anyone new. Not really. There was the potential for fun, there really was. He could use his old tricks on a new dog. But he wasn’t thrilled about who he was seeing. He’d heard from other patients that this James guy was okay, but he wasn’t all hippie dippy like Roman. And he wasn’t like Ryker, all loud mouthed and eager to fight back. He lay somewhere in the middle. Apparently, he was good. And that wasn’t what Jesse wanted. He liked playing mind games with Roman, keep him guessing. Lying was a pastime. Making up obscure answers on the spot, spouting sarcasm like it was going out of style.
But James... was going to be a whole new experience. He shuffled along, the threads from his mutilated jeans tickling his calves. He hadn’t even bothered to put on his shoes, he wasn’t going outside, so his feet were just wrapped in black socks. He was wearing one of the few t-shirts he hadn’t torn or cut the sleeves off of, a black and white checkered pattern all over the fabric. He’d let his long blonde hair fall into his eyes, as a little shield. Because he really, really didn’t want to be fuckin’ picked apart by this new guy. So what if Roman was sick? Let him sit this one out. Missing one session wouldn’t be the end of the world, would it?
But, here he was. Shuffling in to meet his doom. He’d been told where to go, and he had no question that he was in the right spot. The right name was on the door. But when he peeked inside, he couldn’t say he was impressed. The guy looked about as geeky as Rome, if not worse. Fuck. “You James?” All respect was out the window. He didn’t want to ‘respect’ this guy. He wanted to get this over with. Now.
What the hell was this? Were therapists even allowed sick days? He didn’t think so. Much as he disliked Roman, at least he was used to him. But today, instead of his regular session with Rome, he’d been told that the guy was out sick today, and he’d be seeing someone else. Already, he was dragging his feet. He didn’t want to see anyone new. Not really. There was the potential for fun, there really was. He could use his old tricks on a new dog. But he wasn’t thrilled about who he was seeing. He’d heard from other patients that this James guy was okay, but he wasn’t all hippie dippy like Roman. And he wasn’t like Ryker, all loud mouthed and eager to fight back. He lay somewhere in the middle. Apparently, he was good. And that wasn’t what Jesse wanted. He liked playing mind games with Roman, keep him guessing. Lying was a pastime. Making up obscure answers on the spot, spouting sarcasm like it was going out of style.
But James... was going to be a whole new experience. He shuffled along, the threads from his mutilated jeans tickling his calves. He hadn’t even bothered to put on his shoes, he wasn’t going outside, so his feet were just wrapped in black socks. He was wearing one of the few t-shirts he hadn’t torn or cut the sleeves off of, a black and white checkered pattern all over the fabric. He’d let his long blonde hair fall into his eyes, as a little shield. Because he really, really didn’t want to be fuckin’ picked apart by this new guy. So what if Roman was sick? Let him sit this one out. Missing one session wouldn’t be the end of the world, would it?
But, here he was. Shuffling in to meet his doom. He’d been told where to go, and he had no question that he was in the right spot. The right name was on the door. But when he peeked inside, he couldn’t say he was impressed. The guy looked about as geeky as Rome, if not worse. Fuck. “You James?” All respect was out the window. He didn’t want to ‘respect’ this guy. He wanted to get this over with. Now.
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