Post by adrian adam isotoph on Feb 21, 2009 21:34:59 GMT -5
* ADRIAN A D A M ISOTOPH ,
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.
r i a n, i see my name in the lights.
if only i had the heart for you.
* MAKE I T COUNT ,
"I would never call myself the most handsome guy in the room, even if I was in a room full of butt ugly people. Everyone has something about them that makes them pretty, I guess I've got a nice face. Personally I could live without compliments on my looks, just because then I feel like a jerk if I don't return them. My hair is shaggy, and brown, though it looks dirty blond in the sunlight. I'm extremely tall, I hate that I have to duck through doorways so I don't hit my head. What am I now... like 6'6... yeah.
So anyway, I wear skinny jeans, every day. I don't really have a specific shirt style though, I'll wear whatever shirt I grab first out of my closet. Shoes are kinda my fettish though, I have a pair for every outfit. I usually wear vans, but I've been into the skater sneakers lately. DC's and Tony Hawks. Hell yes."JUNIOR"I'm the kind of guy that has the hardest time insulting anyone. I wouldn't pass five minutes as a bully, because I'd probably end up hugging the kid I beat up. I hate hurting people, physically or emotionally. That doesn't mean that I wouldn't stand up for myself if I got in a fight. I guess I'm more violent when I'm drunk. I've been in about seven bar fights in the past two months. Just because that's my thing.
I'm polite around parents and friends, but when I'm around my close buddies I'm an asshole. I've realized that once people get into my close ring of friendship that I end up being a total dick to them. It's not even like I mean to. I guess once I know someone well enough I don't have to pretend around them anymore.
I can be a real horn dog around girls. Like, I forget to think with my head and think with another part of me. My hormones take over and I end up being all over them. It's the way they move, it messes with my head."BI CURIOUS"I love girls, I really do. They mesmerize me. The way their hips swing when they walk and the way they slur their words when their drunk. It all turns me on. I'm not a high maintenance guy though. I would be okay with a night in my room or on the computer or talking to someone on the phone. I cant stand feeling like I'm alone though. I leave the radio on if I'm home alone and I'm always on the phone. Either talking or texting. One of these days my mums gonna kill me for how much I run up our bill. We've got money troubles, even though it would be nice to have money the only thing I'm really good at is playing drums. It's my life. If I could find a band, I would try and use my money to help out my mum.
I cant stand when people lie to me. Even small lies like "I'll call you back." or "I gotta go, someones on the other line for my mom." when it's really another guy or something. People lie for no reason, and it upsets me sometimes. I dunno, lie if you've got someone to protect, but useless lies upset me. Little kids lie about cleaning themselves all the time, like... what the hell is the problem with cleaning yourself? Is it that hard? Other than liars, nothing really upsets me... other than bananas. I hate those fucking things. They shouldn't be considered fruits."
* GAMBLE W I T H DESIRE ,
"My pa died when I was seven. It was a carcrash, and I was in the car with him. Some drunk guy ran the light and hit the car on pa's side. I woke up in the hospital a week later and I guess he didn't make it. My mom spent all pa's life insurance on liquor... all 500 grand. She was so broken about his death that she went out every night. We lost all our money quickly, it was there, and in a blink of an eye it was gone. We were forced out of our house, and we lived on the street for a while. Living with friends, or staying at halfway houses. We could never afford to stay long.
One day mom came and picked me up from school, I was about 9 and it was warm. Real warm. Some guy pulled up beside us, I was wearing a pair of jean shorts and some sandals, mom was in a short summer dress. The car was dark blue, a cavalier. He looked at mom and raised his eyebrow. "Walk yourself home baby. I'll be there in a few hours." was all mom said to me. I walked slowly, with my hands in my pockets, and the sweat from my back made my shirt cling to me. Mom could have at least given me a ride, it was almost ten miles to get home. It took me almost four hours and by the time I opened my apartment door I glared at my mother, who was standing in the kitchen washing her hands.
She looked at me and laughed, "What happened to you? You took forever!" she giggled again. I knew she was drunk. "You left me on the goddamn sidewalk! I walked here from Lilyton Prep!" I was almost pissed enough where if I had been a cartoon there would be steam coming out of my ears. I screamed at her for hours, and she screamed back. We weren't handling ourselves well, and she slapped me to the floor. Her palm print was red on my face. I ran to my room and locked the door. I slept in my closet for the next month after that, door locked and tears streaming down my face.
My mother and I never really got along well after that. She's still a happy little hooker, and she glares every time she looks at me. But I dont let it bother me. I just go down to Rick's basement and practice my drumming. I'm getting good. Better than I was when I started... what.. seven years ago."POORBOY
* TENSION L I K E FIRE ,
kotaHer head hit on the window repeatedly as the car slowly pulled into the dirt road/parking lot. Her parents decided to drive the whole family down to see the camp and they took the van when she could have flown by herself. All nine of them. She had been hitting her head on the window for the past twenty seven hours and finally seeing the beauty of the camp her heart lept.
Kevin poked her side, not knowing if she was asleep or not. "Kara... wakey wakey." He said, a cheerful tone in his voice, even though it was cracking. She looked up and smiled at him and he smiled back. Kevin was her favorite sibling, and the only one that she said she would sit next to in the van. She put up her yellow hoodie and looked back out the window with her steal blue eyes. Her mother was shouting about how there was a parking space further up near the office but her father contradicted with "It's a good thing to get some sort of excersise. Stop complaining." She let out a sigh.
They all finally piled out of the car and Kevin quickly ran behind the van to get his sisters suitcases. Kara stepped out of the car and pushed through her little siblings to find her suitcases already unloaded. She smiled at Kevin. If it was anyone other than her brother she could bet he had the hots for her. Kara ran toward Kevin and held him in an embrace. "I'll miss you. You be the man of the house and make sure everyone brushes their teeth at night." She said letting her brother go. He was crying. She brushed her thumb under his eye and whipped the tears back into his hair, "I'll be back at the end of the summer, you wont even miss me." She reassured, kissing him on the cheek and looking him in the eye. He nodded, "Okay. I love you Kare." Kevin said, his voice cracked at the word love, but she understood.
"Hurry this up!" Her mother screeched. Kara sighed and took her brother in one last hug, waving to the rest of her siblings. Taking the handle of her suitcase Kara dragged it through the rocky dirt toward the office shouting one last "I love you guys." and watched her siblings line up from oldest to youngest and run toward her. She stopped walking and stood still as they all hugged her. She smiled, tapping the top of their heads and hugging them all. "Get to the car before mom has a stroke." She laughed viewing her mothers red face.
This family moment had attracted a few strange views from campers passing by. Were they all related? Yep! She bounced toward the main office and to the window, sitting her green luggage behind her as she approached the window. "Hi. I'm Kara Lee. Came to check where I'm going." She stated down to the person at the window.
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