Post by OCTOBER ARIEL VELCHETTI on Jan 14, 2010 17:18:48 GMT -5
OCTOBER ARIEL VELCHETTI
[/font]"S is for the simple need. E is for the ecstasy. X is just to mark the spot, because that's the one you really want "[/font]
[/center]FULL NAME: October Ariel Velchetti[/blockquote]
AGE: 19
MEMBER GROUP: I guess fucked up kid
GRADE:Junior.. again
BIRTH PLACE: Manhattan, NY
RELIGION:What’s that?
SEXUALITY:I just like sex, doesn’t matter from who
PLAYBY:Kat Von D
AND IF YOU SWEAR THAT
[/font]" THERE'S NO TRUTH AND WHO CARES, WHY DO YOU SAY IT LIKE YOU'RE RIGHT? "[/font][/center]
HEY THERE, WHAT"S YOUR NAME?[/b][/size][/color]
"Uhm, my name is October. I mean, October Velchetti. Well I guess you need my whole name don’t you? I hate my middle name though, it’s Ariel. Fucking mermaid princess. Lame."
WELL THAT'S PRETTY FUCKING AMAZING. HOW OLD ARE YOU? WHEN'S YOUR BIRTHDAY? DO YOU LIKE YOUR AGE? WHAT GRADE ARE YOU IN?[/b][/size][/color]
"Well I’m 19 years old, and my birthday is July 10. My age, well I don’t give a damn, it’s just a number. I’m a Junior, that’s 11th grade, for the third time. It’s funny I’m even still in school. I don’t ever really show up. But no school would really expel me unless I like tried to blow up the building. And I don’t care for bombs, so that’s probably why they keep me enrolled."
AWESOME. SO WHAT ABOUT YOU? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE, YOU KNOW, AS A "PERSON"?[/b][/size][/color]
"As a person? Well I suck. I mean, I don’t know much since I don’t really care much about anything. They call me a sociopath, but I mean I have feelings, somewhere, I think. I try not to think too much, so I pretty much don’t do shit in school, or anywhere. I do what I want, when I want, and that’s it. They said this place will help me, but I don’t want help, but I mean it’s this or prison right? And what gets worse than prison? Well I don’t know, but at least here I can someday maybe leave and get the hell away from everybody. It’s not like I have family or anything, but some people get so fucking attached to me like I’m their friend, and I hate that shit. You know? So yeah. That’s all I have to say as far as being a person goes."
SWEET. SO HOW DID YOU GET HERE? HOW FUCKED UP ARE YOU? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. GO.[/b][/color]
"I’m going to make it short and sweet. I got here because the court system thinks prison wouldn’t help me as much as this place. My past, hell, you wouldn’t even care to hear it, but I’ll tell you anyway. I was born, grew up with lame ass parents. Yuppies they were. Always ‘Do your homework, don’t curse, don’t do drugs, be home by nine.’ Stupid shit. My mom found my stash of meth when I was 13, she smacked me and I punched her dead in the face. She was a dumb cunt anyway. My dad didn’t like that, but what did he care? He was with me most nights, you get me? Liked me better than my mom, as far as sex goes. Anyway, I’m not bitter, I got my revenge. So anyways, when I was 15 I stabbed them in their sleep. Both of them. Why not? It solved most of my problems or I thought it would, rehab, therapy, curfew and chores. I hate being told what to do. Well I was sent to juvie, but I just started dealing out to the other dumb shits in there. Then the social worker noticed I didn’t give a shit about anything, and my therapists named me a sociopath. And low and behold, here I am after years of therapy in juvie and shit. Plus I got too old for the place, and they don’t want me in prison, which is kind of funny don’t you think? I don’t know, maybe this will help. Whatever, I’m just all fucked up."
WANNA TELL US SOME LIKES?[/b][/size][/color]
"Being left the fuck alone. That and meth. Oh and sex, lots of sex. I don’t know anyone who can deny that. It feels good you know? Maybe better than meth. I haven’t decided that yet. I figure being a whore would be better than a slut, ‘cause I’d get paid for the sex, but I’m not all about the money, just the good feelings I get from it. See? I have feelings."
AND SOME DISLIKES?[/b][/size][/color]
"Dumb shits, those girls that laugh all fake all the time and say like after like every like word like. You know those girls. And the guys that would rather be friends with benefits, or even IN a relationship, rather than fuck and leave. I mean, whatever happened to that? I can’t stand being told to do something, but I mentioned that before. And therapists. They’re always saying shit like ‘And how do you feel about that?’ and ‘Why do you feel that way?’ ANNOYED by your stupid ass questions, that how I feel about that, and it’s all your fault. Other than that I think I’m alright."
I GUESS WE'RE DONE HERE. ANYTHING ELSE?[/b][/size][/color]
"Well I don’t mean to sound all pissed and disrespectful all the time, you know what I mean? I mean fucking interviews. You don’t really want to know everything, those questions were just procedure. I know you guys are going to throw me in here and throw away the key. So let’s just do this"
WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO
[/font]" DREAM OF GOD WHEN IT'S SALVATION THAT YOU WANT? "[/font][/center]
NAME: Firefly
AGE: 20
EXPERIENCE: A little over 2 years
TIME ZONE: Eastern
OTHER CHARACTERS: None yet =)
Julie blinked at Mich in disbelief. She was kind of put off by the way she said ”You’re the chick with no friends.” Even if it was true it wasn’t like an incurable disease as she made it sound. ”Ah, from the Mayfair Chat Room. Yeah, it was you, April and a couple other girls wasn’t it?” Julie instantly remembered the conversation, a conversation that it just so happened was the last she had with April before she disappeared. ”Speaking of April, she’s not around here anymore. I haven’t heard from her since that chit-chat we had.” Julie pointed out matter-of-factly, like she didn’t even care. Well, she kind of didn’t. The girl was not the friendly type, and Julie didn’t waste time with unfriendly people.
Julie nodded to Mich after learning where the Rockstar was. “Word. I actually haven’t decided if I’m gonna get one yet.” She stretched her arms up and out as she yawned like she had just gotten out of bed, never mind the fact that she indeed had just jumped out of bed. She wondered what exactly Mich was planning now that they’ve met face to face. She had promised to take Julie out, but it’s not like she didn’t know how to party. She just wondered what Mich considered a party.
”I never said I was partying, hahaha.” Julie laughed at Mich’s misinterpretation of “drunken antics” ”Thanks though, I was totally going for the,” She put her fingers up in air quotes. “’I was partying last night’ look.” Julie chuckeled. ”I was just at the bar at the Hard Rock, drinking my sobriety away, and ended up talking to some dude, who just really wanted to talk to me. He had amazing blue eyes, but whatever, it was just a conversation I don’t remember much of. Anyways, I had way too many shots of vodka and tragically, yet amazingly, drove back to campus without killing anyone. Julie thought for a second and then added. ”Well I don’t think I killed anyone. There’s no blood on my car.” Julie shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, and smiled at Mich.
Julie folded her hands on the table and leaned forward, ”So? Where do you plan on taking me in the near future?” She lifted an eyebrow in curiosity. ”You gotta show me a good party, so that I’m not the girl with no friends anymore.” Julie added the last part with a bit of sarcasm. She sounded almost bitter but it had upset her at the beginning and she couldn’t just let it go. ”Is it that obvious I don’t have any friends?” Julie asked partly upset and partly astonished that it seemed to be the news that she was friendless.
Julie nodded to Mich after learning where the Rockstar was. “Word. I actually haven’t decided if I’m gonna get one yet.” She stretched her arms up and out as she yawned like she had just gotten out of bed, never mind the fact that she indeed had just jumped out of bed. She wondered what exactly Mich was planning now that they’ve met face to face. She had promised to take Julie out, but it’s not like she didn’t know how to party. She just wondered what Mich considered a party.
”I never said I was partying, hahaha.” Julie laughed at Mich’s misinterpretation of “drunken antics” ”Thanks though, I was totally going for the,” She put her fingers up in air quotes. “’I was partying last night’ look.” Julie chuckeled. ”I was just at the bar at the Hard Rock, drinking my sobriety away, and ended up talking to some dude, who just really wanted to talk to me. He had amazing blue eyes, but whatever, it was just a conversation I don’t remember much of. Anyways, I had way too many shots of vodka and tragically, yet amazingly, drove back to campus without killing anyone. Julie thought for a second and then added. ”Well I don’t think I killed anyone. There’s no blood on my car.” Julie shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, and smiled at Mich.
Julie folded her hands on the table and leaned forward, ”So? Where do you plan on taking me in the near future?” She lifted an eyebrow in curiosity. ”You gotta show me a good party, so that I’m not the girl with no friends anymore.” Julie added the last part with a bit of sarcasm. She sounded almost bitter but it had upset her at the beginning and she couldn’t just let it go. ”Is it that obvious I don’t have any friends?” Julie asked partly upset and partly astonished that it seemed to be the news that she was friendless.
