Post by elijosephbennett on Jun 9, 2009 19:20:47 GMT -6
eli, joseph, bennett
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 anepic amount of[/font] years. i'm fourteen[/font] years old, and i found you through my magic powers[/font]. as you can see, i enjoy using sean faris[/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 ?- - - - - My name is Eli Joseph Bennett. My dad’s name is Joseph, so I guess you could say that he gave that to me. And my mom just liked the name Eli. I can’t say I disagree, I like my name too. Nothing to complain about really. I mean, there are also nicknames you can give me. People sometimes call me El, which sounds like eel, but I don’t care. I guess the only thing I could complain about it my name is kinda girly. Eli? I’ve had substitutes unknowingly call me Ellie. It’s kind of funny.
` REMIND ME AGAIN, WHEN WERE YOU BORN ? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH.- - - - - Well I was born seventeen years ago, 1992 for those who don’t feel like doing math, on April 29th. My family lived in Seattle, so I was born at a regional hospital there. As usual, it was rainy. So I guess you could say that on April 19th, 1992, Eli Joseph Bennett was brought into this little adventure we call life. I was a pretty easy baby, not much a crier. I think my mom really loved that. And my dad didn’t really notice, I mean, he wasn’t even at the hospital when I was born. He was away on business. I don’t care though. He had shit to do, and he got it done.
` YOU LOOK FAMILIAR, HAVE I SEEN YOU AROUND SCHOOL ?- - - - - I’m a senior, thank god. I’m sick of the public schooling system. Way too many kids that don’t give a fuck about where they are going. I for one, do. I know it’s like, taboo to actually have morals now a days, but I could care less. I want to be a psychologist. People fascinate me. Just the way they think and stuff. So yeah, I’m going to NYU next year. Worked my ass off for that I did. I mean, I’m not one of those kids with a stick up their ass and their face in a book all the time, I sure know how to let loose. But honestly, I’d have to say that school is a priority. Shoot me.
` MAYBE IT WAS JUST AROUND. WHERE ARE YOU FROM ?- - - - - Seattle baby! Born and raised up north, in Washington. Best years of my life. That city has a vibe all its own, no joke. It’s awesome, seeing all the different people. Plus, it’s so liberal. Protests, campaigns, all this crazy stuff went on right outside. I loved living there, but when mom said it was time to move here when I was fourteen I was fine with it. I’m all for new environments, too much of a good thing can get boring. I’m going back to Seattle someday. Maybe live there for awhile. But I’ll live in New York City until I get my life sorted out.
` OKAY, BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE YOU IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DON'T WORRY, MY LIPS ARE SEALED.- - - - - Girls, girls, girls, girls. Did I mention girls? Seriously though, I fall hard for those females. I’ve never really had a homosexual urge, but I mean, I find nothing wrong with being gay. Whatever makes you happy. But no joke, I find women to be a whole other level of enticing. I’m not one of those assholes who walk around and treat girls like dirt, I’m not the type that hooks up aimlessly. I like relationships, y’know, like flowers and dates and shit. I’d say that the shortest relationship I’ve had was one of those summer flings. Oh, other than those pointless ones in middle school. Y’know, those awkward ones where you don’t even look at one another in the hall? Yeahhh.
` ALRIGHT, ON TO THE GOOD STUFF. WHAT DO YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME ? ANY FAVORITE PASTIMES ?- - - - - Oh, free time. I remember what that is. I love swimming. I don’t swim on a team or whatever, I just like to swim. Ocean, lake, pool. Bring it. It’s just so calming or something, floating there. And it’s good for you. That’s a plus. I also like to mess around on the guitar. I’ve yet to make something out of it, only a few songs that I haphazardly put together. I don’t even know, man. The lyrics are fine, the music has yet to be developed. I’m more of a writer than a musician. I just wanted to try the guitar, like my brother did. Some kind of honorance, I guess. But yeah, I write. No, not girly diary shit. More like…stories. I don’t know. I got into writing a few months after Darren passed. A kind of way to release all that pain. Better than hurting myself, am I right? I like riding my bike, too. I don’t have a car. I just ride my bike around. I really find no point in having a car, I mean, if I needed to I could just have my moms. And I don’t want a car when I live in New York. So it all works out, just like I try to make it.
` TELL ME: WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE.- - - - - Traveling, packed snow, reading a good book, running with a dog, girls, sleeping, sleeping with girls, unpredictable situations, long relationships, weed, bonfires, going green, black coffee, orange soda, the ocean, hiking, girls who actually think, my late brother Darren, late nights.
` AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THERE ARE THINGS WE JUST CAN'T STAND. WHAT ARE YOUR'S ?- - - - - pop music, anything that has to do with miley cyrus, AIM, people telling him what to do, not being able to be himself, the fact that his family is minorly fucked up, dead cell phones, one night stands, the cops, people telling him that they think he’s a nerd, stray cats (very gross), conformists.
` ANY SHORT OR LONG TERM GOALS ? WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS ? IN TEN ? HOW DO YOU PLAN TO GET THERE ?- - - - - I’m going to be in New York! Graduating NYU, after studying psychology. Man, that will be awesome. So accomplished. But seriously, living in New York City is a dream of mine. It’s the epitome of anything that happens, a place where everyone has to experience. Hell, it will be my first time on the East Coast! I just hope they are ready for this madness…hahah.
` WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT HAS SCARED YOU THE MOST, WHAT WOULD IT BE ?- - - - - I’m terrified of someone close to me committing suicide again. Ever since Darren died three years ago, I haven’t been the same. I hold back a little from people, not wanting to get to close. I wouldn’t be able to face the pain that losing someone dear to you is accompanied with. I try to hide this fear, but if you know me and “my story”, I guess its inevitable that you would get it. Oh yeah, I’m also afraid of that minute you walk into your house, and everything is dark. Y’know, like when you don’t know if someone is in there waiting to knife you or something? I don’t know, it’s just some fear of mine. It really would suck though, stepping into your house and a second later being stabbed, right there, in your hallway. Better than being killed in the woods, though. I kinda hate the woods at night. It’s nice, but creepy. I think it’s because I don’t know what is going on around me as I lie there in a sleeping bag.
` IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?- - - - - I’m single, right now. I just went through some huge-ass messy breakup with my girlfriend. Turns out she was cheating on me. Good times, good times. We had been going out for a year, and I just found out now. I fucking hate that. I’m the committed type, I like sticking with one girl for awhile. I’m not into the whole, “hey let’s hook up and then never see one another again!” mentality. Sure, I like sex. Like any other guy, you could say. But yeah, I like real relationships. Relationships where you are with one person, and watch them flourish. As lame as that may sound to you…
` 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.- - - - - My mom, Joyce Kardere, is forty nine. She’s been a social service worker for years now, she works her ass off. I mean, she’s pretty much a single mother. My jerk father isn’t around. Carson Bennett. Fifty. He took off years ago, about the time Darren died. Said hey was going on a business trip, then never came back. We’re better off without that scumbag anyway. It’s not like he was a big part of my life, anyway.
` DANG. ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ?- - - - - Darren Michael Bennett was my big brother. This year he would be turning twenty. Man, I miss him. Three years ago, he took his life. We were back in Seattle, I was fourteen. I just remember coming home and…finding him with a belt around his neck. Turns out he was a heavy heroin user. We didn’t even know…until it was too late. Darren was a good person, and he shouldn’t have died.
` HOW ABOUT PETS, HAVE ANY OF THOSE ?- - - - - I’ve always wanted some pets, but my mom is allergic to fur or something. And fish are boring. So no pets for me. But I plan on getting a dog in the future. I really like dogs.
` OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHAT'S YOUR BEST KEPT SECRET ? I WON'T TELL !- - - - - My biggest secret has to be that after Darren's death, I hit the bottle. Hard. I mean I was out of control, drowning my pain with alchohol. I was fourteen. I think it was like, a year before anyone really noticed that I was borderline ruining my life. And then I was sent off, away, out of the dissapproving eyes of my mother. She never really forgot about that year and half of pain on top of pain. Since then, I have been trying to avoid the temptation of booze. It's a tough run, being unable to erase your pain as easily as taking a few sips. I think that might be a reason why I tunred to weed.------------------------------------------------------------
oh hai there, CARSON HIGH ! my name is rosie
Cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, his eyes never parted from the floor. It was a dark room, the only light was florescent, shining from a single light bulb above the two figures. Inhale, hold. Exhale. A plume of gray smoke expelled from his tight lips. He didn’t want to be here right now. This was all for here, all for the beautiful red head before him. Inhale. Hold. Running a hand through his unkempt brown hair, he exhaled. This was how it always was with these two. Spending time together, all the time they could. Just to be near one another. But things were off now, never to be the same. Joe shook his head lightly, holding the cigarette between his fingers. He was in disbelief.
”So now what?” He asked, his voice gravelly. He didn’t need to be here, he could just walk out. Leave everything behind. Leave Monica, and the baby. The baby. His baby. That thought made him ill. Something was going to be on this earth as a result of him. It was going to be in his likeliness. Joe prayed that it wouldn’t fuck up like he did. That would be the worst. Two idiots for Monica to deal with.
”I’m going to have the baby, Joe. Whether you like it or not.” Monica muttered, tears rolling down her fair cheeks. Joe’s breath was taken away for a moment. She was beautiful. Even when her heart was torn in half, hair was messed from sleep, eyes red from tears: she was a goddess. To Joe’s seventeen year old mind, she was the best thing that would ever happen to him. But the question here was if he was going to pass it up. Clamping his green eyes shut, he took another drag. Anything to distract him from this situation. He wasn’t a fucking father figure. If anything he was an example of what you shouldn’t do with your life. Habits, filthy habits. He was weak in the face of heroin. But he was weak in the face of Monica. Her tear-stained, beautiful face.
Looking to her, his face was emotionless. ”I don’t know if I can be a fucking father. Look at me, Monica.” He almost laughed. But it was not a happy laugh. It was a stressed out, completely insane laugh. She was going to be having his child. ”Do you honestly think the kid would want to be around me? I’m a screw up.” Joe knew it. Monica knew it. Everyone knew it. So maybe it would be best if the kid didn’t.
”So now what?” He asked, his voice gravelly. He didn’t need to be here, he could just walk out. Leave everything behind. Leave Monica, and the baby. The baby. His baby. That thought made him ill. Something was going to be on this earth as a result of him. It was going to be in his likeliness. Joe prayed that it wouldn’t fuck up like he did. That would be the worst. Two idiots for Monica to deal with.
”I’m going to have the baby, Joe. Whether you like it or not.” Monica muttered, tears rolling down her fair cheeks. Joe’s breath was taken away for a moment. She was beautiful. Even when her heart was torn in half, hair was messed from sleep, eyes red from tears: she was a goddess. To Joe’s seventeen year old mind, she was the best thing that would ever happen to him. But the question here was if he was going to pass it up. Clamping his green eyes shut, he took another drag. Anything to distract him from this situation. He wasn’t a fucking father figure. If anything he was an example of what you shouldn’t do with your life. Habits, filthy habits. He was weak in the face of heroin. But he was weak in the face of Monica. Her tear-stained, beautiful face.
Looking to her, his face was emotionless. ”I don’t know if I can be a fucking father. Look at me, Monica.” He almost laughed. But it was not a happy laugh. It was a stressed out, completely insane laugh. She was going to be having his child. ”Do you honestly think the kid would want to be around me? I’m a screw up.” Joe knew it. Monica knew it. Everyone knew it. So maybe it would be best if the kid didn’t.
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