Post by hollis ackley. on Jan 9, 2010 12:44:10 GMT -5
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HOLLIS ADDISON ACKLEY
TWENTY & UNIVERSITY.
NIQUE JERKINS.
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"thank you for meeting with me. the fact that you're lying down on this couch means that we're past the hardest part. now tell me, what brings you here today? what is currently bothering you?"
"alright and how has this problem/these problems affected you in life? how have you changed as a person?"
"mmmm. i understand. now, could you tell me a little bit about your life? your childhood? things like that. please remember, everything you tell me is confidential."
"and tell me now, what is the biggest regret of your life?"
"that's a shame. now tell me the best thing that has ever happened to you."
"that sounds quite lovely. seeing as we're now on the topic of love -- are you seeing somebody? and is it love? if not, have you ever been in love and with who? what's your general opinion on love?"
"okay, i'm starting to understand you better but i'd like to know how you feel about yourself. are there any insecurities you have?"
"now describe how you see yourself personality wise and then tell me how others perceive you."
"tell me a secret."
"i know this might seem a little odd but i'd like to ask you about your drug habits. it's crucial in me decoding you as a person."
"oh no. it looks like we're running out of time. any last words?"
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hi, my name is landon, and i am sixteen. i've been roleplaying for fours years and i also play none yet. on dressed to digress. i like pudding.
The sun drifted down along the hill but it’s rays peaked into the large window that farmed a blue eyed boys face. His black hair fluttered on his forehead and into his deep eyes. His face was pressed up against the window of the tour bus, as he stared at the empty grounds. Liam pulled back from the frosty window and wiped the water dew on it. He licked his lips and sighed softly. God, his head hurt so bad. He shouldn’t have gotten drunk.. again. Drinking never was a real problem for Liam; most of the time. He could turn down a drink if he was the driver of course. He knew how to change and manipulate his problem. But of course, he slipped up. Sitting up slightly from his bed, Liam rubbed his naked stomach as he heaved himself out of the warmth of the bed. He stood up slowly trying not the make himself throw up then headed toward the bathroom. Liam grimaced as the room started to spin way to much, god, was he this patchiest. The answer was probably yes. He opened the cabinet and toss some Advil in his mouth, swallowing it whole. He had gotten use to pills these days. Turning the water on, Liam splashed some cold water on his face then stared at himself in the mirror. His reflection looked horrible. His eyes were all bloodshot and didn’t look well with Liam’s naturally pale face. He had dark bags underneath his eyes, making them look hollow and lifeless. He looked like shit. Liam turned the water off and let the droplets of water drip down the sink. This is when the guilt stepped up and weaved itself into Liam’s little hollow heart. As much as the boy tried, he would always regret something. Always. Is this what some girl wants to wake up too, he thought. All the fans that claim that he is their future husband, is this what they want to deal with. Knowing that Liam could cheat on them at any second.
He looked down at the wet sink and wiped the faint tears that threatened to escape his eyes. He couldn’t let anyone know of his struggle. He couldn’t let anyone know of his feelings. Only Theodore knew. But then again, even his best friend didn’t know the whole story. Liam leaned back and closed his eyes titling his head toward the light bulb. He was a mess, but he would fake it to make it. Flicking his black hair out of his eyes, Liam turned away from the mirror and walked out of the bathroom. He went over to his suitcase and pulled out of clothes. He then rushed back into he bathroom and took a quick shower. Trying to erase the smell of alcohol from his body. Drying himself off, Liam wore a plain black shirt that clung to his wet body. He paired it with some grey skinny jeans and some black converse shoes. Nothing fancy, just plain. Maybe nobody would even notice him today. If he was lucky. Maybe nobody would bother to ask him how he was, so he wouldn’t have to lie then feel guilty. For the matter is Liam felt like complete dog crap but he would never say that. He would nod and say ‘I’m good’ then go on with his day lying to everyone around him. Liam opened the door to the but doubled back to grab his cell phone just in case one of his band members needed a lift or something. That’s when Liam noticed that it was truly getting dark and he had been in bed all day. “Figures.” The boys muttered softly to himself, it would only be Liam to stay in bed all day and yet take a shower. How weird was he? He stepped off the large and wooden steps, sucking up in sweet air. It smelt like rain. Liam’s lips quirked up a little as he began to walk aimlessly. He had been hoping it would rain pretty soon. But the boy had missed it. He had always missed it.
Walking down the streets, Liam glanced around his surrounding and for the first time in a long time he felt okay. As if just getting some fresh air lightened up his spirits. Maybe that’s what he needed, some fresh air. Rubbing his blue eye, the boy looked up at the street light and squinted his eyes. He was near the park. How very interesting. He peered into the dark night and saw a figure on the swings. What was a little kid doing here in the complete dark night. He shook his head lightly and was about to turn away but stopped himself. What if something happened to the poor kid; he would regret it dearly. Sighing but lifting his head up high, the shy boy wandered over toward the park, getting closer and closer to the figure. He soon realized the figure was indeed a female, a female with a trademark bright red hair. He stopped his walked as if his shoes were glued down on the cement. His eyes just staring at the red hair. “B-brookelle.” he said cursing himself for stammer on her name. He felt his heart thump against his ribcage, his palms instantly get sweaty. Brookelle always had the affected on Liam though. But she would probably just ignore him all together and never even want to look at Liam again. That Liam could understand, he would do the same. He nervously began to bite his bottom lip, pulling on the thin flesh. He always hoped that Brookelle would find it in her heart to forgive him but Liam doubted that. He doubted that with all him might.