Post by LUCIUS HENRI BELLAMONT on Feb 7, 2010 18:46:45 GMT -5
LUCIUS HENRI BELLAMONT
[/font]"CALL ME MR FLINSTONE, I CAN MAKE YOUR BED ROCK"[/font]
[/center]FULL NAME: lucius henri bellamontluke worrall[/blockquote]
AGE: fifteen
MEMBER GROUP: citizens
GRADE: sophmore
BIRTH PLACE: paris, france
RELIGION: raised catholic. not that his religion stops him from doing anything.
SEXUALITY: bisexual
PLAYBY:
AND IF YOU SWEAR THAT
[/font]" THERE'S NO TRUTH AND WHO CARES, WHY DO YOU SAY IT LIKE YOU'RE RIGHT? "[/font][/center]
questions ,
1. i was born in the city of lights: paris, france. romantic and all that shit, right? basically, my mum’s this amazing but slightly crazy artist who’s also crazy beautiful (deadly combination… where do you think i get it from). my dad’s different. he’s this art dealer who’s never kept it in his pants, ever (again… where do you think i get it from). i basically played doctor phil since i was born.
2.
i’m an artist. i specialise in fine arts, and i like painting best. that way i get to take a bunch of different approaches. one day i'll be manet; the next i'm van gogh. etc. basically, i get to express all the batshit bonkers stuff i have in me on canvas. it's wonderful, actually. especially because i was never quite good at learning that stuff. i'm kind of stupid, but i have more common sense than you do in your pinky. so it all balances out, i guess.
3.
i'm bisexual. a lot of people think i'm lying about it, which is shit, of course. people tell me that i'm not bi; i'm just a whore. others tell me that there is no such thing as bisexuality. to tell you the truth, i don't care what they think. all i know is that i like pussy AND dick (though not really both on one person...sorry, i do draw some lines).
4.
i'm a player, i guess. at least that's what i hear. basically, i like seduction, okay? i'm a seducer. i seduce people. it's quite fun. mainly, i like older men; they're the best because they've got this dignified sexy thing and they're all mature, and i'm the forbidden fruit. chaud, if you get what i'm saying. not too mention a look a bit old for my age, and that always helps me when i'm charming.
5.
i love action. that whole adrenaline junkie thing? yeah, that's sort of me in a nutshell. i'm a pretty big fan of danger in general. i love anything physical, but dangerous stuff really gets me going. i've always really wanted to sky-dive, and i love biking and skateboard and surfing. anything, really. i'm an awesome snowboarder too. basically, if it gets the blood pumping and the adrenaline rushing, i'm down.
6.
people say i'm too opinionated. truthfully, i am always right. is there really something bad about that? i've been told i need to be more accepting that other people could be right. and as much as i get other peoples' problems and such, i'm really really not going to pretend some idiot is right. you could say i'm stubborn.
7.
someone once called me sly like a spy, and i guess that always stuck. i'm pretty tricky or whatever and sneaky. how else does someone manage to date two girls and a twenty-five year old man all at once? it's important to my line of... work.
8.
going back to that "player" thing, i'm very charming. it comes with being beautiful, i guess... haha. anyway, i can make people do things when i want them too. i don't really abuse my talents; but i do use them. besides seducing, i manage to make my teachers give me extensions on projects, get invited to parties, and make tons of friends. it's a hell of a lot of fun, but hey, someone's got to do it.
9.
i have a lot of self control, in comparison to the rest of my (fucking insane but loveable) family. rather than breaking someone in half when they annoy me, i wait. i charm. and i destroy them or i decide to let them live. in that way, i'm like god. and yes, i did just compare myself to the holy lord our father. ha. not that my ego's too big or anything.
10.
my parents just got divorced. that's sorta kinda exactly why i'm a new student at this crazy school. when my mom found out my dad cheated (not exactly a suprise), she broke his leg and demanded a divorce. it was all very french and soap opera-esque; i wanted to drink a bottle of wine, chain smoke, smash the bottle, and then sleep with a much older man named jean. (the latter i actually did do... no pun intended with that phrasing.) well, back on task, my dear sweet maman decided to finally get in touch with daniel, her italian son who she hasn't talked to in forever. it's a very classic move for her, doing something completely random and unnessecary. well, she decided she would teach art here, of all places. she's got her heart set on it, and trust me, when you're in this family and you've got you're heart set on something, everyone else better step aside because there's no stopping.
WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO
[/font]" DREAM OF GOD WHEN IT'S SALVATION THAT YOU WANT? "[/font][/center]
NAME: gabbie<3
AGE: almost fifteen. in like, three months. but it still counts… (x
EXPERIENCE: on and off for… a while?
TIME ZONE: est (nj like whaaat?)
OTHER CHARACTERS: vivienne lyra oliviera
Viv ran her hands through her hair for the millionth time. It seemed as though nature was working against her today; her usual scruffy-but-cute locks had suddenly turned on her. They were knotted and tangled, and instead of looking cute she simply looked disheveled. Not too mention they were a tad greasy, since she hadn’t had time to really wash her hair in the shower this morning. No, her head was too busy pounding for that to happen. Even the lull of water over her body, supposedly refreshing and renewing, did nothing to help her. Her head was pounding and she was tired beyond belief. In every sense, she’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed. But instead of the bed, it was more the wrong side of the bathroom floor, arms still clutched around the base of the toilet seat, the vague taste of puke in her mouth. Her make-up was smeared and her hair knotted and gross, laying in a strange manner. Still, anyone else besides Viv would say she looked kind of hot, in that mad and messy morning-after way.
Even after a quick shower, the remains of last night were still on her. She had a bruise on her hipbone, which she couldn’t remember getting; the majority of her make-up remover failed to clean off the sooty black from her eyelashes and lids; and of course, as mentioned, her head was pounding. In simpler terms, she was hung-over. So after brushing her teeth, combing her knotted hair, and throwing on a comfy shirt with skinny jeans, she texted Dallas. “starbucks in 5.” She needed a cup of coffee, immediately, and she needed a long talk with Dallas. Since she didn’t normally drink coffee, she didn’t have a machine or any instant coffee on hand, so Starbucks was the best choice. Before leaving, she stuck a bit of bread in the toaster and threw on her warmest hoodie. She watched the toast pop out. That toaster was the best thing in her whole dorm, and one of the only things she ever really used to cook. She took the toast out, and without buttering it, held it in her mouth as she walked out of her room into the hallway. Luckily, Starbucks was a fairly quick walk away from the loony bin where she went to school.
As she walked down the fairly cold and windy street, she gnawed at the toast. It was dry and cardboard-esque, but it settled down her growling but nauseous stomach a bit. She was rather hungry- after all; she had been vomiting for most of last night… or technically this morning. At the same time, she felt like she was going to vomit, again. It was a terrible combination. Ignoring it, she tried to remember last night, starting from the beginning. Her mate’s mate that she met once at this party in downtown Portland had invited her to what he promised was “The bash of a lifetime” at some random club. Even with a stupid name, the party still sounded pretty fun, and Viv knew some people who would be going. Beforehand, she’d gotten all tarted up for the occasion. She hadn’t had a party in a while, and that night she was ready to let loose. And when Viv let loose, she went absolutely bonkers; it was a miracle she didn’t have her stomach pumped. She’d started out taking shots with her mate, who was an excellent drinker. After that, the rest of the night was a vague blur… she recalled dancing on tables, grinding with a tranny, doing jello-shots off of some random body-builder-looking guy, and… oh dear… Dallas.
Dallas had shown up fashionably late, wearing another ridiculous plaid hobo shirt that he’d just purchased. Viv was busy grinding with a random guy named Julio that came from Brazil. In between songs, they were having this ridiculous conversation in Portuguese. She didn’t really remember exactly what they were talking about, but llamas and hammers were somehow involved. Soon enough, she ditched Julio to go talk to Dallas. “OI!” She’d screamed over the music, smiling at him. He smiled back. In fact, the grin on his face was wider than any she’d ever seen before. She didn’t remember his exact words, but it went along the lines of, “I can’t stay too long. I have the best news though… Delilah and me are going out!”
It took awhile for the message to sink in, and when it did, Viv just faked a smile and said, “Congrats, mate!” Then she ran away, wishing she could have said what she really felt. It would’ve gone along the lines of… Fuckshit.
That was why she texted him to talk. She wasn’t completely overjoyed with Dallas’s new relationship. On one hand, it was nice, considering that Dallas would be happy. After all, anyone with half a brain knew that the two were in love since forever. But there was one teensy little thing that made her stomach sink, one tiny little problem. Viv had sex with Dallas. It was a while ago, and they’d never really talked about it since. But it was always there, nagging at the back of her mind when she talked to him. People were never really the same after you have sex; the whole relationship was slightly altered. Though, it wasn’t as though Viv was in love with him. It was worse. It was that Dallas was in love with Delilah, and currently dating her. And Delilah was… a bitch. Not even just a bitch, though, a cutthroat crazy bitch. She wasn’t like bitches at other high schools, who just try to make your life miserable… she was a bitch at the “loony bin” that Viv called “school.” Which meant she was fucked up, and in this case, anger-management, bipolar, schizophrenic kind of fucked up… And Viv had no idea what that meant for her. For all she knew, Delilah might just totally kill her in her sleep without batting an eyelash. To say the least, Delilah scared Viv, even more than the boogeyman in your closet scares you when you’re four. A lot more, actually.
Viv had to talk to Dallas, or Delilah might find out some way… unless she already had. So, basically, Viv was screwed. Which was sort of funny, because being screwed had all started with her getting screwed… Wow, if she was starting to think this way, she really needed some coffee.
Fortunately, she’d arrived at Starbucks. A tinkling sound ran out when she pushed open the door, but to her it sounded like her head was being ambushed. There wasn’t much of a wait, because it was still pretty early in the morning, and she managed to get a plain black coffee with cream quickly and nearly painlessly. After handing the barista some money, she dashed to a seat and took a sip. Instantly, her tongue was scalded. “Bleedin’ hell!” she swore loudly under her breath. She took off the lid and began to blow on the dark liquid, forgetting completely that she was actually waiting for someone. It wasn’t until she stopped blowing that she realised that there was, in fact, someone besides her at the tiny table.
Dallas Alexander Wells… He looked quite good, even after a wild night. Viv actually felt a bit awkward, sitting here, across from a friend she had once fornicated with who was now dating a complete psycho. Her head’s constant aching didn’t make the situation any easier on her. But she knew she would have to say something, eventually. So she smiled softly and said, simply, “Oi, Dallas. I just wanted to ask you something really quick. I know it’s weird, but err… Did you tell Delilah we had sex?” There. Like that wasn’t awkward.