Post by antony on Oct 24, 2011 2:26:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LWSqSNpIToc/TYZTxT60WjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kX0kRj5ZB6k/BlackWood.jpg); width: 437px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] THE ANTONY SAGE REYNOLDS EDITION  SIXTEEN , SOPHOMORE, STRANGERS , AARON BRUCKNER "HELLO THERE. I'M SO GLAD YOU MADE IT HERE TODAY, BUT I'VE SEEM TO FORGOTTEN WHAT YOUR NAME WAS, IT WAS PAT... OR SOMETHING, RIGHT? NO, WELL, WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME IT THEN? FIRST, MIDDLE AND LAST, PLEASE. OH, AND PLEASE DO TELL ME ANY SCRUMPTIOUS NICKNAMES." "Heeey there...you? Erm, definitely not a Pat. I'm Antony. Antony Sage Reynolds, pleased to meet you? Uh, back home they called me several different things, I seem to pick them up as I go. Sage, Bug, Tony . . . We'll see what'll pop up around here, I suppose." "I HAVE TO SAY, THAT'S QUITE A NAME YOU GOT THERE. I DON'T THINK I'VE HEARD IT BEFORE. TELL ME, HAVE YOU ALWAYS LIVED IN PORTLAND OR HAVE YOU COME FROM SOMEWHERE ELSE?" "Like I said, you know, the 'back home', thing. I come from Muleshoe, Texas. Quite a leap, I know, but I just got tired of all the crud that goes on down there. It's a small place there and I wouldn't mind getting around the more upscale and quick life style of around here. I'm hoping to slide on in. I don't think I carry much, if not any of an accent, so I think the transition will run smoothly. Fingers crossed, right? And who are you by th-" "OH, I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE. HERE, LET'S LIGHTEN UP THE TOPIC A LITTLE BIT. OUT OF ALL OF THE WORDS IN THE WORLD, WHICH FIVE DESCRIBE YOU BEST AND WHY?" "Seriously? Getting a little weird to be honest. And I think someone else would be better apt to telling you that. Sigh, alright, give me a sec. . . . . Well, I guess I'm honest. I don't much like deceiving people just to make myself look better. And I sure as hell ain't the type to slink around in the shadows trying to rip someone off. I'm just a good guy, I guess, nothing to spectacular but not quite of the norm either. I'm caring...I don't like to see people hurting. I guess I have a soft spot in that area. I know what it's like to hurt and if I could spare someone of that, well, I'm gonna give it my best shot, you know? Um, I get kinda spacey sometimes. That's kind of personal though. I might come across as rude or just completely uninterested but the truth is is that my mind is filled with...thoughts. Gosh, five? Really? Why am I still talking to you, man? Ha, ha...I'm...I'm talented I guess you could say. I play Cello...I swim...any other real non-conflict sport...keeps one busy. I'm...secretly broken, I guess. Have those skeletons in the closet, the dark lurking malicious clouds hovering over head. Things will get better though...I guess." "I'M NOT GOING TO LIE. YOU SEEM LIKE QUITE THE CATCH. I'M SURE YOU'RE ALWAYS BUSY, HUH? DO YOU LIKE WATCHING TELEVISION OR KNITTING? WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOURSELF?" "Ah, what the hell. You seem pretty well interested, might as well... As I said before, I play the Cello. I love the deep tone it has and the emotion you can express through it. I also do solo sports like swimming or running. I do that quite a lot. I think I have an addiction but I don't think its that unhealthy to have an addiction to that kind of thing. I don't know, I'm not too worried about it to tell you the truth. Anyway I like to do lots of things...knitting isn't one of them though, ha! Cooking though...yeah...cooking I like to do. Another one of those things that you can put yourself into. Don't think anyone around here will get to know that side of me though but then again who knows. I have a fancy for cars, and this is going to sound awful but the looks....the looks of them I love. To be honest I'm pretty sure I know the bare minimum of fixing up cars but man, they sure are pretty to look at. I've been pretty much telling you just the good stuff....let me tell you, I SUCK at history. I hate it. I see no point in it. Hey, if you know a tutor, please hook me up. I know I'm going to crash and burn. I'll pay whatever they want. I got to look good for the college's you know? "YOU SOUND PRETTY FEARLESS, BUT THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING YOU'RE AFRAID OF. ANY JUICY SECRETS?" "...excuse me? I mean I appreciate you asking all those other things first but is there no subtlety with you? You're asking a bit much there.... . . .I don't like swimming around others, especially little kids. I don't like seeing little kids running around without anyone watching them...kids...little baby kids...freaks me out..." Little Jeremy...Brother...I'm sorry... "DON'T TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY, BUT ARE YOU GAY? I MEAN, IT WASN'T SOMETHING YOU SAID OR ANYTHING. I'M JUST A CURIOUS OLD BADGER. UM. WHAT DO YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE? IS THAT BETTER? I GUESS YOU DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER IF YOU DON'T WANT TO." "Oh yeah, real smooth. Just keep on coming with the difficult stuff huh? Who the hell are you anyway? I swear...ha, not you! I tend to like the quiet one's. They are normally the ones that have such a deep storyline. They are the ones that wouldn't be so quick to judge. Now as for friendships I have no preferences really, though I've never really been anything other than popular if I can say that without sounding to proud....I don't really...know what I like....I just know when I see them. It's about the personality really....and how they treat others. I guess if I had to put a name on it I'm kinda questioning...don't tell no one though, it'd ruin my chances here." "ALRIGHT, ENOUGH WITH THE HEAVY STUFF. LET'S TALK ABOUT... MUSIC. I THINK YOU MENTIONED SOMETHING ABOUT POP OR HIP HOP EARLIER. WHAT KIND OF MUSIC DO YOU LIKE? RAP, COUNTRY, JAZZ? WHAT ARE YOUR TOP FIVE MOST PLAYED SONGS ON ITUNES?" "Ah, no I don't think I did... But I do like quite literally everything. I can find something to like with most songs though I try to stay away from crazy shit like GWAR and those weird bands. I like orchestra music to practice with and up beat stuff when I'm running or swimming. When relaxing I like jazzy kind of stuff and while in the shower...that changes a bit. I like everything...and country reminds me of home a bit.. My phone is dead but I've downloaded some stuff on there...I got Blue October, Jeff Buckley...some celtic shit...Avenged Sevenfold...I don't know, haha." "LISTENING TO MUSIC LIKE THAT? YOU'RE SURE TO BE A STAR IN THE NEAR FUTURE. YOU SEEM LIKE A WELL-ROUNDED YOUNG PERSON, MY DEAR. WHERE DO YOU FIND YOURSELF TO BE IN FIVE YEARS FROM NOW?" "Well, I'm hoping to get into a good college. I have the money, I mean, that's no problem. You just got to get invited and accepted or however that goes. I want to maybe become some kind of medical student, maybe double major with cooking or something. Really I don't know, just living for the moment. I'll worry about it in five years." "IF IT MEANS ANYTHING, I'LL BE ROOTING FOR YOU WHEN THE TIME COMES. I'M SURE YOUR PARENTS WILL TOO. SPEAKING OF YOUR PARENTS, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US THEIR NAMES AND WHAT YOU THINK OF THEM! DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS, PETS, OTHER RELATIVES?" "Heh, thank you, yes it does mean something. My parents are well known, well, back home they were...still are? Will be? Whatever it is. Mom comes from a wealthy family and helps in this family business of theirs. Her name's gross but you can't choose, you know? Georgiana Richael Reynolds. She goes by Anna or just Mrs. Reynolds. She isn't the warmest woman to outside family but she has the heart of a lioness when it comes to her kids. I love her very much...the family has been through a lot...they've tried to help me through quite a bit, Dad is an anesthesiologist. His name is Andrew Reynolds. I..don't really remember his middle name. Bad of me, huh. Couldn't tell you their birthdays either. Mom or Dad reminds me of the other....Dad's alright....laid back...lacking in the whole teaching of what direction to go. Siblings....I have an older sister, Leena. She's 20. And..I had a younger brother, Jeremy....he'd have been eleven I believe." "OH, I SEE. WELL, WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME. WHY DON'T WE WRAP THIS UP WITH YOUR STORY? HOW DID YOU END UP IN PORTLAND, OREGON?" 'The truth...that's something I don't want to let out here. No one is worthy of that. To know how hard life was before coming here. The things I've done, the things that happened. My guilt..my scars...the pain I've caused so many. Jeremy..his life literally taken by my hand. Accident, yes. A childhood 'uh oh', but regardless... what a lunatic I'd appear to be if I spoke of the troubles at home. The depression I slipped into, the way that I couldn't stand how my family looked to me. Forgiving...God..all I wanted was for them to judge me. To punish me for my idiocy. But I was a mere child, their child, and they could not harm me as I have harmed little Jeremy. To tell him that I could not deal with the looks I got from the people around town. The memories of hearing little Jeremy's laugh or cry echoing throughout the house, now silent.... So expansive...I miss the house....on our own piece of land. The land that I was going to show Jeremy how to conquer. To tease the pigs and cattle....to hide in the fields.... No....to lie...that is the only way to the top. Mustn't bring too much attention to myself...I've got to appear normal....Mustn't tell anything of life back at home....' "Mom's business is expanding. I don't much get into it, all I know is that she works from home and is out a lot. I don't really get into the middle of things with my family. I kind of stick to myself the best I can, well, save for those around school. I'm much more out going with people my age, but you didn't ask about that. Anyway, like I said, Mom's business is expanding and..well...we moved. I don't know whats so great around here but I guess I'll find out, right? Got a couple years to fit in, I know I'm new but I'm definitely aiming for the top! You see, I was pretty well liked back home, enough that it was a bit sad to leave. But nothing stays the same, everything changes...so truly I don't think there is any real need to be too upset about it. I got new chances here. It'll be fine I'm sure. I'm glad to have moved." ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE Erm...Um...I guess I'll post this silly little wolf roleplay I had going on xD I'm kinda under the weather and I don't exactly feel like typing up something new and worthy...not saying this is but it's better than nothing. Having already voiced his concerns about the Dark in the water, it was then that he noticed Eustace. What...WHAT? A tightening of his lips and a tilting of his head displayed his confusion on Eustace' reaction to Hector. Fear? Of what? Zaruhmbay looked back behind him, looking over Hector once more in an attempt to see the same wolf that Eustace seemed to see. So...yeah, Hector was mad. Hector wanted to shake him to bits again....so what? The darks would surely do worse to him, if anything wouldn't this prepare him more for future battles? Wouldn't this heighten his pain tolerance and maybe ensure that he wouldn't freeze up as quickly with pain? Wouldn't these experiences toughen him up? What was Hector gonna do? "What's he gunna do? Kill me?" Hmph! Seriously! His curse hurt him more daily than some random beating.....and to have someone actually...to actually /touch/ him...it was almost preferable. Zaruhmbay's lip lifted with his own aggression, his ears pinning back as he looked upon Eustace's almost fearful face, not bothered at all that Hector was looming behind him. If he was going to snap him up in those gloriously beautiful dangerous teeth, he welcomed it. While Zar didn't enjoy it....if anything..surely he deserved the worst of it all. He watched Eustace bow down near him and he pushed his ears back against his head, not exactly eager to hear what he knew was soon to come. His face was sour, his tail tucked low between his legs and his shoulders were rolled forward. His neck was arched and his brows were furrowed. Only wants to protect me.... Protection? Care? Bear Sh*t. "If he cared he'd... He was cut off immediately by his new older friend's next words, in which he grew even more sour. He threw himself into a pile on the ground, a puppish snarling grumble parting his lips as he gnawed at the sand, wanting to feel his teeth digging into something, no matter what it was. He whipped his head to the side, the white sand whisping away from his lips as he rolled over onto his side, his neck flaring up with pain, but he continued, as always to ignore it. He huffed a deep sigh and raked his tongue along his upper teeth to try to remove the sand from his mouth. Zaruhmbay's eyes stared straight forward, directed towards the small lake. He barely listened to what he had to say, but couldn't avoid noticing the odd spark that seemed to take control within Eustace. His eyes drifted over him, his curiosity truly uncontrollable, but his wish to pout allowed him to remain where he was, rather than leaping up in excitement. His eyes connected more firmly to Eustace's, what was this all about? Against two former Dawns, he won't stand a chance. "What?" Zaruhmbay rolled up onto his belly, did he hear him right? Did...well..everyone knew...but...did that mean that he knew his mother? His father? He knew his father was still alive. He knew that...but he didn't exactly know who. He had heard his name before, but he couldn't remember.....and those that he had asked....they wouldn't tell him. "Did you kn- He was cut off again with the playfully jeering words of if he was scared....scared..scared of what? The Darks...that's right... "I...I'm not scared.....I just...I lied Eustace. There are no Darks. I just hurt myself is all. They had nothing to do with it." The pup laid his head down on his paws with a huff, his tail curled against his left side and his eyes slid closed, missing Eustace's inviting motion. Aries, Nine years, Invite, I feel like dancing |
