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ItalicsKing
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 @ 01:09am
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Sample Deux
  Jay shut and locked the door behind him as he walked out onto the sidewalk leading up to his house. His father and brother had already left for the day way before him. So what if he was gonna be late to school? Doesn't matter anymore. Not one of his teachers would say a word to him. They haven't even seen proof of what he's capable of, and they react like this. He thought about the possibilities as he started his walk. How would they react if they truly knew the meaning of fear? A lot worse, he was sure. Without even breaking his train of thought, Jay pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. He'd gotten so used to it that now it was just habit. He lit it and took a drag, instantly relaxing. A smirk came onto his face. He'd found happiness. A sick sort of happiness, yes, but it was happiness nonetheless. It put his mind at ease, and he could sleep a bit better at night. It was... nice. Knowing everything was ok for a while. He didn't even have to do anything to keep it that way. The student body is one of the easiest things on the face of the earth to manipulate into one's favor. That, or against someone else's. Jay's focus was momentarily broken when he realized he was almost to his newly found "short-cut". It consisted of a couple fences to jump and a little forest path to cross, but it cut his walking distance almost in half.
But as he was almost around the corner, Jay heard some shuffling from behind him. He turned a bit, only to see two heavy-set people and a girl, attempting to hide, but failing miserably. His smirk was replaced with an interested smile. Was she afraid, or simply curious? He'd received a lot of different emotions from people, not just fear, although that was the most frequent. Taking another drag of his cigarette, Jay thought of the couple different things he could do. Ignore the scene, strike up conversation with the girl in question, etc. One thing won his mind's mini-battle. He quickened his pace and turned the corner, but waited to watch what she was doing. He poked his head around the corner and watched with growing interest. The annoyance of the people was obvious, but the girl seemed intent on what she was doing. What she was doing, however, still remained a mystery. It seemed like a really odd thing to do. But as he watched, she tried to continue on walking and tripped on one of the people's legs. Jay was overcome with a strange urge to go help her up, but he was afraid that it would just hurt her, and his, dignity more than it already was. Oh well. He turned back around the corner and knelt down next to the girl. "You alright?" This was kind of reputation threatening, but what was one incident? It'd be his good deed for the year. She looked like a prep anyways, so it's not like they'd be seeing each other often. He held out his hand to the girl, and tried to smile as innocently as possible. Like that'd work.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 @ 01:07am
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Sample Deux, Profile
wнσ αм ι?
Jason Christofer Maier
lєтѕ cєlєвяαтє!
Seventeen || March Thirtieth
ρєσρlє ѕαу ιм
♥ Dangerous
♥ Empty
♥ Defiant
♥ Smooth
ѕтσяу σf му lιfє..
The beginning is always the hardest part. It shapes a person's behavior and attitude later in life so much. Tragic beginning, tragic end. Happy beginning, happy end. Although this isn't always the case. Some people cross over towards the middle. This is so for young Jay Maier. His father was a well respected real estate agent. His mother, an even higher respected political leader. The American dream was being played out, right in his front yard. Of course there were some down sides to this high life. Extremely stressed from their jobs, Jay's parents had neither time for him, nor each other. Their love life soon went down the drain, and they divorced when Jay was only 10. This wasn't all bad. When he visited his mom she would pay more attention to him, since there would be an extended amount of time before another opportunity to do so. By more time with him, it of course means that he was given more material items. He was, in all meanings of the word, spoiled. So was his little brother, Oliver, who was 8 at the split. Good kids, rich parents, all the expensive toys. Not even the divorce could keep them from being happy. But the economy had a different take on the situation. The market changed a bit, and both of their incomes went downhill fast, and soon they were living in conditions next to poverty. This didn't bother Jay much, until he found out he still wasn't going to get what he wanted. He didn't need all the fancy s**t they gave him. He just wanted attention. But even with such an extreme change, his parents were still always hard at work, this time out of necessity. So he had to change his focus onto a different part of life.
At only 13, Jay had his first cigarette. And after that one came another. And another. But that's not all. With cigarettes came drugs of every kind, and with those drugs came connections. Connections to the worst people they could offer. This got him to parties, sex, booze. Everything. At 15, this had become his life. It was all he knew anymore. He enjoyed the fighting most. The parties were temporary, the sex was shallow. But he was amazing at fighting. And people feared him. Given his prep past, he had the smarts to make fighting into an equation. It made it so easy for him. After a while, they started calling him the "Beast". He used everything in his power to keep it that way. He was street famous. An idol to rookie fighters. A nightmare to rookie fighters. It made him feel important. Wanted. For the first time in his life he felt like he was living. He didn't need all those fancy things to feel good. He just needed people. Money wasn't even an issue. He frequently won money in fights. But at the same time he worried about Oliver. He didn't want him to follow in his footsteps. Sure, he felt good about it, but he didn't want Oliver hurt. His brother was different. So Jay makes time to spend with him. To keep him on the right path. He's only 15, after all. And this led to another problem. Oliver's mouth.
Jay made an attempt to be quiet about his other life. At school, at least. But Oliver took it into his own hands to make it known that the Beast was among the high school students. Not that he was ashamed. No, not at all. It was the opposite. But he didn't want legal trouble. Campus is the place that would happen. So after a normal day of school, Oliver was threatened by some upper class jocks. He claimed his brother would beat them senseless if they touched him. Then they went to Jay to see if this was true. It was. With their tails between their legs, they retreated and told everyone that would listen. Now everyone knows, and there are rumors flying everywhere. Not that he opposes. No, Jay's loving it. He gets so much respect, even by the seniors. Teachers don't dare give him grief in class. It's amazing. All this attention is mind boggling for him. There's practically a line of girls waiting to love him, as a lot of girls dig the bad boys. But that's the one thing besides Oliver that he doesn't want to get mixed in with what he does for enjoyment. He wants someone to love, not to hump and dump. But now that his little nickname is being used, he fears this won't happen in the near future. But it hasn't really gotten to him yet. That disappointment. He's still on his high of new found attention at school. It'll carry him for a while, then it'll be back to normal, and he'll go back to his shallow hell that he enjoys so much.
ι cαηт lινє wιтнσυт
♥ Cigarettes
♥ Fighting
♥ Wind
♥ Drawing
σн, нєll ησ!
♥ Being Alone
♥ Hospitals
♥ The Dark
♥ Liars
ѕнн! ιтѕ α ѕєcяєт
Jay is fascinated by the concept of love. Having never felt the experience, he can't quite wrap his head around it. He also has a soft side, but it's nearly impossible to get close enough to see it. He puts up walls making everyone distant besides his brother. His parents had been within the walls, but they were shut out after a while.
уσυ wαηт мσяє?
When he has time, he loves to draw. He's kind of embarrassed by it though. Mainly because it's a bit ironic. Bad a** using oil pastels. It's looked down upon, mostly.
му ρυρρєт мαѕтєя
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 @ 01:01am
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Sample Un
xxxxxxxxxxDᴀɴɪᴇʟ Tʜᴏᴍᴀs Hɪʟᴛʀᴇxxxxxxxxxx I'm so lonely... ...surrounded by people that know me... ...but don't know a thing...  Nonsense. This is all nonsense. This is all a dream and I'm going to wake up any second now.
Daniel stood against a wall in the grand ballroom he found himself in. It was quite a predicament. Not a month ago he was in his quiet, tiny house with his dear old mum. But now? Quite the ironic opposite. He's now living in a bustling, vast estate with his father that he didn't even know he had.
See, about 3 and a half weeks ago his life had been what he liked to call perfect. Sure, sometimes they had trouble making ends meet. But they got food on the table and clothes on their backs. He made a living as an artist. Which is why income was variable. He helped to furnish the walls of the wealthy from far and wide. He wasn't paid fairly considering he was a peasant. They didn't feel he deserved quite as much as a wealthy artist would. His mother also had a bare minimum job. But they got by. And he loved his mother with everything he had. She had raised him by herself. And she was all he had besides painting. Then she was taken away from him. For about half a year, his mother had become very ill. She was incredibly skinny to begin with due to their lack of plentiful food. However, after she got sick it became much worse. Not only had she not the stomach for food, but whenever she got it down it wouldn't do a thing for her. She just kept getting tinier and tinier. Accompanied by horrid fevers and a ground shaking cough. She would sleep all day for she couldn't bring herself to get up and move around. She'd get tired within the hour. And then, she died. Just like that.
It was a beautiful morning when he woke up. Daniel felt as if the air was a bit lighter, like the tension had finally been broken. He knew she was gone. He felt she was gone. And when he checked her bed, she was. He didn't weep. Nor did he make a fuss. He simply went into town and told the doctor that she'd finally gone. And they made arrangements for a cheap funeral as he had been saving up for the occasion he foretold was coming. He wanted her to go peacefully. And after she did, the sulking began to start. He blamed himself for not being able to afford a family doctor. But, what had happened was going to all be a thing of the past. Because all his life his mother told him that he had no relatives besides her. But according to his fellow townsfolk this wasn't so. They had made contact with his long lost father, who just happened to be a very rich and powerful man. This blew his mind to put it bluntly. He had never had any sort of money to have leisure or even happiness, and his own father is a bloody toff? Course he was. The exact opposite of his own son. Didn't bother to check on them. Didn't bother to help them out. He never cared, and he never would.
The first thing that Daniel did when he got to his new home was be interviewed by several different people. What were his favorite foods? What was his waist size? What was his preferred breed of horse to ride? What was the most delicious age range of Italian wines in his opinion? He answered to the best of his ability, but mostly he was just confused. Not long after his arrival however, his father came to meet him face to face. At first, he apologized for not being there for him throughout his life. Then the truth started to come out. A man of his wealth wouldn't dare be seen with a peasant woman. Especially out of wedlock. Thus a b*****d child would be born as he was to be married to an arranged woman of status. Which he then forced on him.
In about a month, he was to be married to a girl he had never met before, nor probably even heard of. Everything was so new that it all just melted together in his mind. Fiancé? Really? He had just gotten there! Not to mention he wasn't exactly sure his 'father' should be making decisions for him. He didn't know the first thing about him.
But now that Daniel is at the engagement party, there isn't a lot he can do. All dressed up in elegant new clothing he would have laughed at just weeks before. Tasting foods and wines that he wouldn't have dreamed of even laying eyes on. And as he scanned the ballroom, he couldn't quite settle on an emotion to have. Should he be angered? His life was working. Then it was all ripped away from him. Should he be happy? Everything he's ever wanted is now at his fingertips. Actually within his grasp. He should be grinning ear to ear. But then again, its still what it is. Everything he's ever wanted. He wasn't used to it. Wasn't used to not having to work for even the bare necessities. It was just too surreal for him.
But even now, he takes it in stride. As that's how he was raised. His mother taught him three things to live by. One, to treat women like human beings. Men have a notorious history for being cruel and brutal. Daniel, however, was brought up as a gentleman. To be kind and sensitive and the sweetest thing since chocolate. And he succeeded. Two, to never tell a lie. He was told to always tell the truth, as it would get him far in life. And three, to never let somebody inside of his head. He must always keep his cool and never trust someone unless he knows everything about them. His mother was very eccentric.
But, for now, he figures it'd be best to let go a little bit. What could it hurt to have some fun at his first formal outing? One more glass of wine and he struts out onto the floor, and grabs the nearest single girl. Normally, he's quite shy. But not now. He has nothing to lose. And just a bit too much alcohol. He positions her to dance to the song on at the time and they do. And when the song ends, he thanks her and dances by himself over to another pretty woman. He's not in it for romance. He's not in it for lust. He just wants to see somebody smile for him. And it makes him grin from ear to ear like he should.
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