BRAVENER, atticus ezekiel

[atticus ezekiel bravener]

* ATTICUSE Z E K I E L BRAVENER ,

wasting away (s e v e n t e e n) summers in the sun.
when the lights go off, watch the way i take the stage by storm.
( a t t y ), i see my name in the lights.
if only i had the heart for you.

* MAKE I T COUNT ,

"i don't consider myself to be the most attractive guy on the street and i frankly don't want to be either. naturally i have medium brown hair, but i like to color it. i mean nothing like green or pink. i stay au naturale, in more ways than one if you know what i mean. i have dirt colored eyes, some call them chocolaty brown, but it's personal pref with me. i wear glasses here and there, but i don't actually need them. i just think it's fun to wear 'em. i like to wear normal clothes that are comfortable for me. actually i go almost everywhere barefoot, well apart from during the winter. but i take my shoes off once i'm inside everywhere. i just like it better that way. it makes me happy. if you know me, you definitely know i am casual. barefeet is the least weirdest thing about me. ha ha."

J U N I O R

QUIRKY,,
Atticus has a very strange sense of humor. He sometimes finds the strangest situations humorous. He sometimes finds the weirdest of moments to be awkwardly entertaining. Atticus is the type of guy to randomly start laughing. He will begin chuckling out of the blue and no one around him even knows why. To Atticus, life is a stage. He just makes his own fun. People entertain him along with everything else in the world. Basically Atticus finds the world to be his playground. He's one of those people who is "easily entertained" if you catch my drift. The band labeled Atticus to be the weird one or the random child of the group. He is always making faces and doing random shit. Sometimes it is stupid shit, like jumping from high places. But Atticus just likes to be out there and keep everyone on their toes.

JOKER,,
You know that kind of person that everyone knows by name because they’re so outspoken. That’s not Atticus. Now, you know that kind of person that sits in the corner and sulks? That’s not Atticus either. Atticus is the guy that is sitting with his friends making fun of himself. He’s the kid in high school everyone thinks is slightly odd, but intriguing at the same time. Like in a class picture, everyone is smiling nicely, but there is that one kid in the side of the picture with a weird face. That is who Atticus Ezekiel Bravener is. He has a lot of spunk. That feeds into his quick wit. Atticus is able to crack a joke whenever he wants. Some of the time he just passes up the opportunity, simply because it’s the wrong time and sometimes he’s just in an asshole mood like that. But Atticus often makes jokes out of the simplest of topics. Like he’ll mention something that was rather ridiculously funny from a month or more ago when you’re talking about a complete opposite thing, yet it still somehow makes complete sense.

RESERVED,,
Through all the guitar playing sweat and tears from making senseless jokes, Atticus is actually a very down to earth individual. You might call it being reserved. He’s not necessarily quiet or always serious or anything like that at all. No, not at all. Atticus is more the kid of guy where it takes him a few minutes to warm up to you, but after he does he is a very outgoing person. Some people have that problem of not being able to have a serious side and when they do try to be serious, no one takes it literally. Well, Atticus's “reserved” feature is his “seriousness”. When Atticus is upset or there is something serious going down, he’s not the one trying to make fun and such. Instead, Atticus is the one sitting there silently, thinking of something intelligent (or at least something that pertains to the situation) to say. He will, however, always try to find the good in a situation. He’s not going to sit there and say negative shit to you just because that’s how he rolls

S T R A I G H T

"my ten favorite things. well, this is easy. my all time favorite thing is my uke. it is like my little baby. i almost always have it with me. music is just awesome and my uke and i make music like brad and angie make love and babies. my second favorite thing is my little sister. she is my world even if i only see her here and there. i miss her all the time. third - herbal tea. i drink it constantly. the black teas are my absolute favorite. fourth - old horror movies. my number one is the old, original dracula. brilliant film making right there. my fifth has to be having barefeet. i love being free. my sixth is celery with peanutbutter. yummy. seventh favorite thing is animals. there isn't much explaining there. i just love animals. the eighth is sixties french music. the pop genre is the main cause of this love. okay, ninth is a well put together salad. meat is for monsters. lettuce is the way to go. and finally my tenth favorite thing is summer camp. the memories i have from summer camp as a child are priceless."

* GAMBLE W I T H DESIRE ,

This story begins with a modern love story. James Bravener was a world class athlete. He was the champion swimmer for Sweden when he was nineteen. He was on his way to becoming one of the worlds best swimmers. Meanwhile, Olivia McAllister was tagging along behind her mother in the fashion world. She cleaned up all the messes her mother made, she booked shows, she ran errands for her mother and even took care of her siblings when her mother was passed out from drinking at the party she had been at that night. So the two (James and Olivia) lived completely different lives and knew nothing of each other.

James was training in the States one year, when he was twenty. He was there training for the world championships coming up. Olivia was working in one of her mother's boutiques when a beautiful boy walked into the store. It was James. He was accompanied by an old male friend and what looked to be another swimmer. He had been referred to the boutique by a fellow swimmer in Sweden. She said they had gorgeous suits. Olivia took notice to James right away. James, however didn't notice the fourteen year old girl fumbling all over herself at the sight of him. Olivia began working in the boutique whenever she could, but James only came in once more within the month. Just as Olivia began to loose hope, what you may call fate took hold.

James was sitting in his hotel room watching television with a few others. They were watching one of those entertainment channels. It was a show on all the up and coming fashion designers in New York. “Olivia McAllister, daughter of fashion legend Portia McAllister, at age fourteen is stepping into the clothing industry one toe at a time.” The story tonight was all about the young Olivia. James knew he’d seen her face before, but could not recall from where. The next day he wondered into the McAllister boutique and he finally placed where he’d seen Olivia before. Right away he saw her as he entered the store. He approached her and the two began conversing. It turned out she was more mature that he’d expected and she was even more attractive than her picture on the television. And so their story started.

The couple dated for three years, but had no intentions of marriage. James was continuing with his swimming, still being recognized for his ability. And Olivia had just broken into the fashion world. It wasn’t until the couple hit their fourth year anniversary that they decided to finally marry. They hadn’t been able to marry since Olivia was so young, but now she was eighteen and free to marry James. So that’s what they did and the couple moved to Hawaii. Soon enough James and Olivia popped out their first child. Atticus Ezekiel Bravener. He was a beautiful, bright boy. Olivia was thrilled to have a boy first. It was sort of more respectable to have a son first. She was still however in the fashion industry. Meaning, Olivia was always working and traveling and away from her son. James was also quite busy with the upcoming World Championships again. So the Bravener’s hired a nanny for their son.

Nanny Paige was young, but the Bravener’s thought she seemed fit to look after Atticus. She was a young Hawaiian girl the Bravener's hired because Olivia moved back to New York and James was off training. Paige was only twenty three years old when she began with the Bravener 's. She raised Atticus until he was in his mid-teens. By this time James was retired and at home, though he was still busy with promoting young, up and coming athletes. It was when Atticus was fourteen years old that Nanny Paige was fired. Atticus parents had no idea how attached he was to his Nanny, but he could do nothing. Paige taught him that he needs to respect his parent’s decisions. So that’s what he did. However this is when things went down hill for Atticus. He began getting into drugs and his mood drastically changed.

As soon as Atticus reached age sixteen he was out of the house and on his way over to Maine where he had some friends. He moved in with to his friends and they soon formed a small band and began making music. Atticus traveled back to New York when he was seventeen to visit his younger sister. He had no intentions of seeing his parents however. While he was there he vowed to his sister he would help her find a better place to live as soon as she was ready to move out of her parent’s house. Atticus went back to London and continued playing with his band and attending school, but all the time visiting his sister whenever he could. Currently Emma is planning on moving up to Maine once Atticus gets out of school.

M I D D L E C L A S S

* TENSION L I K E FIRE ,

hannah
[i]"...d morning from KGBG. It's five o'clock in the morning and you just heard "Don't Stop the Music" by Rihan..."[/i] The sound of the radio was cut short as Macy rolled over in her bed and smacked the sleep button. [b]"God damn..."[/b] she began rolling onto her back again. She sniffed and blinked her eyes open and closed a few times. Why did she put up with this every morning, waking up at five am. It was ridiculous. It wasn't like she took that long to get ready in the mornings. Lying there Macy's thought jumped to the school day approaching. She gave a yell out of frustration. The thought of getting up and getting ready for the day made her want to curl up and go back to sleep. She was not in the mood to take a shower and actually make herself look presentable. Reluctantly Macy rolled over and out of her double bed. Her comforter drug after her slightly seeing as she hadn't let it go from her grasp until she was standing and completely out of bed.

It took Macy a total of an hour and seven minutes to get fully ready for school. It was longer than usual. Seeing as she took a abnormally long shower. Sure enough, she had gotten ready in time to make herself a cup of coffee and sit down to eat a muffin that was on the counter in the kitchen. As she bit into the muffin she thought of her classes and what homework she had forgotten to do. It didn't matter, the teachers liked her, if she ever was late on an assignment they let her turn it in the next day without any credit off. Macy Moore was the perfect little student after all. Or so many people thought. Looking over at the clock on the oven, Macy threw her muffin back onto the counter and headed for the door. On her way she grabbed her backpack and slung it over her right shoulder. Her old, white jetta was sitting in the driveway as the sun was rising in the horizon. Macy clambered into the car and headed off towards the school grounds.

[i]"Honor drove southward seeking exotica
Down to the Pueblo huts of New Mexico
Cut his teeth on turquoise harmoni.."[/i]

Macy cut the engine after taking a parking spot at the school. Cars were spotted here and there in the parking lot, but she was obviously early, as always. Climbing out of the car, Macy gave a long, drawn out yawn. Her eyes closed and she stood in place as she yawned. The cool morning air bit at her throat as she took a long drawl of oxygen. As soon as she closed her mouth Macy grabbed her backpack and headed once again for school. She headed up the sidewalk, a skip in her step. She was starting to become her chipper self as the morning drew on and she was becoming less tired. After stopping off at her locker and passing my Ryan's locker for a friendly, morning hello, Macy headed to class. When she arrived she was the first to enter the room, even before the teacher. That's how it was everyday. Macy found her seat that she always took. James Freeman would probably be joining in the seat opposite her by the time school started. They always had the same seats first period. Everyone knows James Freeman took the seat next to Macy Moore. If anyone even thought of sitting there James would blow. So now one ever tried or even looked as if they were about to sit there. Even new kids somehow knew not to sit there.

Macy waited as everyone started filing into the room. Soon enough the teacher showed up. The bell went off and within a few minutes James Freeman came waltzing into the room after the bell. Macy gave a smile, it was the normal day at school. [i]"Sorry I'm late miss."[/i] The famous line and finally James came to take a seat.

[i]"Well lookie who is sitting next to the mighty James Freeman, you alright babe?"[/i]

[b]"Jamesy boy. Good morning, good late morning,"[/b] she said with a pleasent smile to him.

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christofer drew

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