Post by ALEXANDER GABRIEL HUNT on Jan 17, 2010 15:52:07 GMT -5
ALEXANDER GABRIEL HUNT
[/font]" WE'RE NOT GONG TO BE PART OF THEIR GAME
WE'RE NOT GOING TO BE JUST THE VICTIMS "[/font]
[/center]FULL NAME: alexander gabriel hunt[/blockquote]
AGE: 21
MEMBER GROUP: teacher
GRADE: n/a
BIRTH PLACE: boston, ma
RELIGION: christian
SEXUALITY: straight
PLAYBY: robert patinson
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]
"hey i'm alexander gabriel hunt but i go by alex. i really don't like being called mr. hunt, it's too formal for me."
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]
"i'm twenty one, so no i'm not a student here at this school, i'm actually a teacher. i know i'm pretty young to be teaching but this school standards aren't really high so they hired me anyway. my birthday is march nineteenth. and really i think it's pretty amazing being twenty one, i can finally get into casinos."
AWESOME. SO WHAT ABOUT YOU? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE, YOU KNOW, AS A "PERSON"?[/b][/size][/color]
"well i'm not a real formal person, i have my students call me alex, after all i'm not that much older than some of them. i guess i'm a pretty closed person, i don't talk to people about my past, but that's because it's my past and my business. i'm not nosy, but i am a counselor so it's part of my job to pry. now i know a lot of the students have made fucked up mistakes, and they're in a shit load of trouble, but i do care about them, i don't want them to go right from here to a mental institute or jail, i mean it's my job to get them out of this mess and back on their feet."
SWEET. SO HOW DID YOU GET HERE? HOW FUCKED UP ARE YOU? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. GO.[/b][/color]
"well i was born in boston. my mother left us when i was seven. that's when things started getting bad, my dad would get drunk and hit me and my younger sister. we weren't very rich and lived in a bad part of town, when i was fifteen i joined the local gang, my worst decision ever. then when i was sixteen my father came home drunk, he attacked my sister, she was only thirteen and began beating her. i got sick of it and ran to help her, he began hitting me, so i stabbed him, i had a knife in my pocket, for safety and i stabbed him. my sister was taken by social services and me by the cops. they didn't treat me very well, a punk kid with a knife and attitude problem. well i wasn't charged because it was in self defense and i also hadn't done too much bad shit with the gang. me and my sister were sent to a foster home, she's still with them and their own daughter laura. shelley and bruce (our foster parents) were actually pretty amazing, considering my problems when i came to them. i decided i wanted to help kids who messed up like me get on the right track, help them the way my foster parents helped me, so here i am."
WANNA TELL US SOME LIKES?[/b][/size][/color]
"well i gotta say i love action and disaster movies, you know things like 2012, the day after tomorrow, yeah they may not be the coolest but i like them. i also really like pepsi, i'm insanely in love with it. yes i'll admit i smoke, but that's not so much a like as an addiction i'm working on.... i love dogs, they're just amazing, loyal, friendly, my foster parents had a dog and she was amazing. i also love shelley and bruce, they're more parents to me than my mother and father ever were, and they've told me time and time again i'm like a son to them. my sister sarah and also my foster sister laura, i consider laura my other younger sister and i guess she sees me as an older brother.i also love music, listening to it, playing it, anything."
AND SOME DISLIKES?[/b][/size][/color]
"well my father would have to be at the top, asshole. then probably assholes like him, and then my former gang members. on the normal everyday stuff to hate, i am not a big fan of chick flicks, i mean i'll watch them if i have to but... i'm hate it when the teachers here don't give a shit about the students, that just really pisses me off, i mean if my foster parents had been like that i would probably be worse than most of the kids here."
I GUESS WE'RE DONE HERE. ANYTHING ELSE?[/b][/size][/color]
"nah nothing really, see ya later."
WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO
[/font]" DREAM OF GOD WHEN IT'S SALVATION THAT YOU WANT? "[/font][/center]
NAME: bay
AGE: whatever
EXPERIENCE: 11 months
TIME ZONE: eastern
OTHER CHARACTERS: libra ardene carson
It was snowing. That was the first thing she noticed as she stepped out of her beat up Volkswagen Beatle. The snow was coming down in huge white flakes that didn't melt when they hit her dark hair. Her eyes, looking darker because of the excessive amounts of eye liner she had applied, could barely make out the dark shadow standing in the alley. She slammed the door to her small car and walked towards him, leaving wet footprints in the newly fallen snow. Pulling her hair down in front of her face, trying to keep the cold off her cheeks she held out her hands towards him.
He laughed a cruel laugh, a humourless one, "Not until you cough up the money," He said holding his hand out towards her. His green eyes were looking at her, mocking her as he waited for her to pay up.
Mikayla ground her teeth together in frustration, "Show me first, then you get the money." She commanded meeting his gaze with dark brown eyes. He nodded, put his hand in his jacket and pulled out a bag. He held it out towards her and she peeked inside. In the bag was a large amount of white powder. "Alright," She said nodding. She opened her bag and pulling out a wad of cash. She had gone to the bank earlier and drawn it from her account, she knew her parents would be furious when they found out, but she needed to.
He nodded and she held it out, he counted while she held onto the money, not trusting him. He smirked at this and kept on counting. "All of it seems to be here," He observed, almost as if he were surprised by that fact.
"Yeah it is, not take the money and give it to me," She said looking around nervously. He smiled again and held out the paper bag with his left hand, his right hand he held out. She snatched the bag from him and slapped the cash into his hand. Mikayla's dark eyes flicked around nervously, watching out for anyone walking by, there was no one.
"Thank you, and I'll see you?" He asked, not yet turning to leave. Mikayla hated having to do this, but it was the only way to get her drug, it wasn't like cocaine was something you could walk into a pharmacy and buy.
"Same time as always," She said referring to the schedule they had come up with. They met every two months, the same day of each month at the same time, in different places, and would make their exchange, it was annoying to have to buy so often but she couldn't make what he supplied last forever, if she could, she would.
"Alright I'll see you then," He said turning to go, Mikayla also turned to leave but he spoke again, she half turned around to look at him, he had paused and was looking at her, "And kid, remember, don't get caught, because that wouldn't be good for either of us." Mikayla nodded, she wasn't an idiot, "Good." He said before turning and walking down the alley.
Mikayla shoved the paper bag of cocaine into her purse, glad she had remembered to bring her large one and brushed her dark hair out of her face. She absentmindedly picked at the black nail polish on her finger as she walked out of the alley towards her car. Her shadow was almost invisible in the flickering street light as she walked by it, and she was so preoccupied she didn't even notice the guy until she almost crashed into him.
He laughed a cruel laugh, a humourless one, "Not until you cough up the money," He said holding his hand out towards her. His green eyes were looking at her, mocking her as he waited for her to pay up.
Mikayla ground her teeth together in frustration, "Show me first, then you get the money." She commanded meeting his gaze with dark brown eyes. He nodded, put his hand in his jacket and pulled out a bag. He held it out towards her and she peeked inside. In the bag was a large amount of white powder. "Alright," She said nodding. She opened her bag and pulling out a wad of cash. She had gone to the bank earlier and drawn it from her account, she knew her parents would be furious when they found out, but she needed to.
He nodded and she held it out, he counted while she held onto the money, not trusting him. He smirked at this and kept on counting. "All of it seems to be here," He observed, almost as if he were surprised by that fact.
"Yeah it is, not take the money and give it to me," She said looking around nervously. He smiled again and held out the paper bag with his left hand, his right hand he held out. She snatched the bag from him and slapped the cash into his hand. Mikayla's dark eyes flicked around nervously, watching out for anyone walking by, there was no one.
"Thank you, and I'll see you?" He asked, not yet turning to leave. Mikayla hated having to do this, but it was the only way to get her drug, it wasn't like cocaine was something you could walk into a pharmacy and buy.
"Same time as always," She said referring to the schedule they had come up with. They met every two months, the same day of each month at the same time, in different places, and would make their exchange, it was annoying to have to buy so often but she couldn't make what he supplied last forever, if she could, she would.
"Alright I'll see you then," He said turning to go, Mikayla also turned to leave but he spoke again, she half turned around to look at him, he had paused and was looking at her, "And kid, remember, don't get caught, because that wouldn't be good for either of us." Mikayla nodded, she wasn't an idiot, "Good." He said before turning and walking down the alley.
Mikayla shoved the paper bag of cocaine into her purse, glad she had remembered to bring her large one and brushed her dark hair out of her face. She absentmindedly picked at the black nail polish on her finger as she walked out of the alley towards her car. Her shadow was almost invisible in the flickering street light as she walked by it, and she was so preoccupied she didn't even notice the guy until she almost crashed into him.
