Post by MAXWELL EMMETT PARKER on Jan 17, 2010 0:46:16 GMT -5
MAXWELL EMMETT PARKER
[/font]"BE MY HERO, MY SWORD, MY SHIELD. MY MISSIONARY IN A FOREIGN FIELD."[/font]
[/center]FULL NAME: Maxwell Emmett Parker[/blockquote]
AGE: Seventeen
MEMBER GROUP: Crack Heads
GRADE: Junior
BIRTH PLACE: Bath, England
RELIGION: Catholic
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
PLAYBY: Nicholas Hoult
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]
"Uh, Max... Max Parker. Well, it's actually Maxwell, but no one really calls me by my first name. I don't care what anyone calls me to be honest."
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 Seventeen, but it's seemed like much longer than that. My birthday is October 12th. I guess that makes me a Libra. My mom was always into that type of such. She'd blame my apparent apathy just for the fact that I'm a Libra. It'd be nice if you could blame all your problems on your zodiac sign. I guess I'm pretty content with my age. It'd be nice to be a legitimate adult, but then again I'd be serving time somewhere worse than this if that was the case. Sometimes I wish I could go back and fix things. Maybe things would be different. Oh, and I'm a Junior. Yeah..."
AWESOME. SO WHAT ABOUT YOU? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE, YOU KNOW, AS A "PERSON"?[/b][/size][/color]
"I really don't know what kind of person I am anymore. It seems like I'm changing every ten seconds. Sometimes I want to try and be the good kid I used to be, but then there's other times where I don't give a crap and I just keep doing what I'm doing. I guess there are some "good" things about me. I'm really into film, photography, that whole deal. I've been told I'm pretty good at it as well. Writing is another talent, but I haven't really had time lately. I've always had a lot of friends, even if they aren't the best influences. I just like people. My family used to be a big part of my life also. But my mom got really sick a few years back and she passed away last year. It kinda screwed up my dad. I think he might be depressed or something, I don't even know. What I do know is that he just stopped caring about everything, including me and what I do."
SWEET. SO HOW DID YOU GET HERE? HOW FUCKED UP ARE YOU? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. GO.[/b][/color]
"Heroin, Dope, Smack, Junk... whatever you want to call it. Fact is, I did it and I got caught. It's not even my fault. I didn't want to try it, it just happened and I couldn't stop after. I guess the real reason I turned to it was to escape from everything. Home, school, every other pressure; it made it melt away. My mom had family in the U.S and they knew about this reform school in Portland that was free and supposedly really good. So, here's where I ended up. Withdrawal is a bitch."
WANNA TELL US SOME LIKES?[/b][/size][/color]
"Well, I already mentioned that I'm into film and photography. I also really like Stephen King books. That guy writes some pretty sick stuff. Uhm, well, I like dope obviously. It's a love hate relationship, but as of now the love is overpowering. Any kind of coffee is nice. I used to just sit in cafes and read like I was one of those artsy types. Starbucks is pretty overrated though."
AND SOME DISLIKES?[/b][/size][/color]
"I can't stand fake people. What's the point of pretending to be someone you're not? I've just never understood that concept. Even though this probably applies to everyone, I hate being stabbed in the back. It's happened way too many times in my life and I'm determined not to let it happen again. I always let someone in where I'm weak and vulnerable and then they turn around and through that trust in my face. It's becoming harder to trust people. Oh, and I hate the news. It's depressing."
I GUESS WE'RE DONE HERE. ANYTHING ELSE?[/b][/size][/color]
"Well, I guess that's it. Bye?"
WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO
[/font]" DREAM OF GOD WHEN IT'S SALVATION THAT YOU WANT? "[/font][/center]
NAME:Mayzie
AGE: (almost) 17
EXPERIENCE: 5 years
TIME ZONE: EST
OTHER CHARACTERS:None yet!
It had been two weeks since it happened. The night Lennon had lost and gained everything. He lost the girl he loved, but at the same time he had gained the freedom he lusted for. It was the ultimate bittersweet moment. Now here he was, picking up the pieces of a broken life. The manager of Liberty Square had welcomed him back with open arms, which was a plus. He hated looking for a job. Lennon had even taken out money from the bank account he started a few months back after he escaped. With that money he made a down payment for the same run-down apartment he occupied previously. The landlord even returned some of his abandoned belongings from before. For once in his life things were going moderately smooth. The only thing was... well, he was a little depressed. Who wouldn't be? He just wished he knew what he did to Lillie. He would've thought he'd notice doing something that would make her betray him like that.
Trying to keep his mind off of her he pushed as much work on himself as possible. Although he was a waiter, he still stayed overtime to help clean up. It wasn't for extra money or a promotion, it was a distraction. Idle time was his enemy now. There was also the fact that he enjoyed working. It gave him something to do to be productive for once. God knew he had spent far to many days moping around the Asylum doing absolutely nothing. Now he could actually go out and see a movie, play his guitar as often as he pleased, and even talk to new people. A few of his co-workers were nice enough. Most of them were locals who hadn't left this town. They had little aspirations and that's the way they liked it. There were a fair share of good looking girls around as well, but Lennon wasn't ready for that yet. Just the sight of a dark haired girl could get him depressed for the rest of the day.
He checked his watch, it was five o'clock. Lennon had five more hours of work to go. It was a Thursday night so business was pretty slow. A few families sat in cozy booths. He took all their orders with a smile and his usual charm. Lennon always received great tips. People just seemed to enjoy his service. After going for six hours straight his boss told him to take a break. After ordering a plate of ravioli from the kitchen, he sat down and ate. Everything seemed like gourmet outside the walls of the Asylum.
Trying to keep his mind off of her he pushed as much work on himself as possible. Although he was a waiter, he still stayed overtime to help clean up. It wasn't for extra money or a promotion, it was a distraction. Idle time was his enemy now. There was also the fact that he enjoyed working. It gave him something to do to be productive for once. God knew he had spent far to many days moping around the Asylum doing absolutely nothing. Now he could actually go out and see a movie, play his guitar as often as he pleased, and even talk to new people. A few of his co-workers were nice enough. Most of them were locals who hadn't left this town. They had little aspirations and that's the way they liked it. There were a fair share of good looking girls around as well, but Lennon wasn't ready for that yet. Just the sight of a dark haired girl could get him depressed for the rest of the day.
He checked his watch, it was five o'clock. Lennon had five more hours of work to go. It was a Thursday night so business was pretty slow. A few families sat in cozy booths. He took all their orders with a smile and his usual charm. Lennon always received great tips. People just seemed to enjoy his service. After going for six hours straight his boss told him to take a break. After ordering a plate of ravioli from the kitchen, he sat down and ate. Everything seemed like gourmet outside the walls of the Asylum.
