Post by sly on Nov 30, 2011 23:33:26 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 SYLVESTER ATTICUS DAVIES EDITION  SEVENTEEN , JUNIOR, WALLFLOWER , CHRIS RAYNER "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." Oh, you’re talking to me?? Heh, it’s no worry. Honestly no one remembers my name. Can’t say I mind too much though. Keeps me outta the gossip and drama free. My name’s Sylvester Atticus Davies. Mouthful, yeah? I’m pretty sure my mother was extremely hoped up or morphine when she named me. She told me it was my dad that named me Sylvester…and actually…I can believe that. He’s a huge dork and dat pussy dat was one of his favorites. Mom’s a bit more well rounded. Hence the name Atticus from To Kill a Mocking Bird. You can call me Sly though. Or, pat’s ok, haha. "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?" Born and raised here in Portland, but you probably wouldn’t have guessed. I tend to really blend in. I’ve live here with my mom and dad, who are strange, but still happily married. I come from a pretty huge family so we all have our disputes, but we’ve all managed to stick it out here in Portland. "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?" Hm, well…that’s kinda tough. I think I’m friendly, but quiet. Likable, but dorky. And you know, laidback. Just because I like to blend in doesn’t mean I’m shy. I actually love talking to people, I just prefer not to be in the lime light is all. Being raised in such a big family I’ve learned to appreciate the quiet. I don’t feel the need to fight for attention. Been there, done that, ya know? That being said, I’m not friendless. I happen to think I’m quite fun. Dorky and corny to the max seeing that I still freak out over old school pokemon, comics, chalk drawings and cartoons, but still fun. I don’t let the fact that I’m not considered popular to bother me. High school’s only a stepping stone to real life so unlike some people here, I just take life as it comes and don’t fret over school social status too much. "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?" Well, thanks! I keep myself pretty busy. Television isn’t my life…but I do spend quite a few hours catching up with Family Guy and Robot Chicken. I have a few guilty pleasure shows…like America’s Next Top Model and Millionaire Matchmaker. I can’t help it, those girls are so gorgeous and that matchmaker is a biiiiiotch, haha. Hm, what else…I like to sketch, but I’m not too great at it. Chalk is my choice of medium, but I’ll draw on any surface as long as I have something to draw with. I play trumpet and I’m extremely allergic to strawberries. I tasted said forbidden fruit once out of curiosity…got me a free ride to the hospital and a stab with an epi-pen, but it was totally worth it. Strawberries are delicious, well they were in the two seconds I had them. It sounds bad I know, but I had my sister on guard so it was ok. Some other things I like are afternoon naps, star gazing, logic puzzle, chess, awkward situations, video games, classic and retro horror movies, long walks on the beach, and picnics. Slightly kidding about those last two. Um, dislikes. I’m not fond of too much noise, but I’ve gotten used to it at home. If I can avoid it, I will. Jocks have always rubbed me the wrong way and centipedes freak me out. Romantic comedies aren’t my favorite…but I’m a romantic deep down. Ok, not so deep. I’m an emotional guy…almost motherly, but that’s what you get in a house full of girls. I have a brother, two actually but one’s older and too broody to impact me and the other is too young. The other five are girls. That’s right, there are eight of us but I’ll talk about that later. So yeah, there are a lot of girls so I can be a bit emotional/feminine at times, but I’m as stubborn as any other teenage boy. I don’t get mad often, but when I do…it’s a bit of a tantrum. I’ve broken a thing here or there. Not my proudest moments…but yeah. I’m not sure what else to tell you. I’m an average guy. I get decent grades in English and history, but I suck in sciences and math. I got picked on in middle school for a stutter but it’s mostly gone. It only comes out when I’m super emotional/nervous. Technology hates me and so do cats. I use my sister’s shampoo sometimes because it smells like mangos? "YOU SOUND PRETTY FEARLESS, BUT THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING YOU'RE AFRAID OF. ANY JUICY SECRETS?" Well, like I said I used to have a stutter. Other than that I don’t have any huge secrets…I have my own secret hiding place in my room and a spot here in Portland I always visit to breathe. Oh and sometimes I feel my brother is more masculine than I am? It doesn’t always bother me…but it can be frustrating especially when it comes to girls. Not many look at me twice cause i’m not a jock. I’m going through puberty just like everyone else…a little love wouldn’t be terrible, but eh. I guess it’ll come eventually. I’m terrified of being alone forever. It’s a bi contradictory right? I mean, I’m always trying to get some peace and quiet at school since I get none at home…but I love my family. They’re too much at times…but I grew up in chaos and without it…I dunno what I’d do. Also, centipedes…scary. Clowns. Terrifying. Airline food. The scariest of all. "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." No, I’m not gay…but I won’t lie…I’ve found myself attracted to a guy before. I much prefer girls, but I would rule anything out. Love is love is love, right? But um, preferences…I believe everyone has something that makes them beautiful. I’ve probably had a crush on every girl in school at some point but as far as physical appearance goes, I like girls with either dark or red hair. I’m not the tallest guy around, but I tend to be attracted to more petite types with light bright eyes. Sure, I’ve fanaticized about the school’s popular sex icons at least once…but arrogant and pompous attitudes turn me off. Give me a sense of humor and an adorable smile and I’m set. Intelligence is a huge turn on as is quirkiness. That’s not saying I wouldn’t give anyone else a chance though. Beggars can’t be choosers, you know? As for guys…well I dunno about that. Haven’t quite figured it out. "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?" Music….god I loooooove music. Who doesn’t?! I’ll listen to anything and everything though. My favorite genres are folk, classics and techno. Random, right? My top five are as follows. Hey Jude – Beatles. Brick – Ben Folds Five. What Is Love – Haddaway. Feather – Nujabes. On the Beach – Oceanlab. "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?" Five years? I…have no clue. I’ve tried to settle on some big dream…but I can’t ever pick one thing. I wanted to be a fireman once and a private eye and a stunt man and a doctor and a musician and a geologist, etc. Can’t say I have any specific dream since they’re always changing. Five years from now I wouldn’t mind working in a bookstore or a bakery during the day and coming home to my girlfriend and dog in the evenings. I wouldn’t mind being in Portland, visiting my family and having dinner with them each Sunday. I wouldn’t mind teaching either. Basically my only goal is to graduate and find something I enjoy doing and well….do it. "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?" I knew this one was coming. Well, my mother’s name is Dianne and she’s a kindergarten teacher. My father’s name is Stephen and he’s an architect. He built a lot of the recent houses around Portland actually. My mother’s a quiet woman, very loving and I’ve always been close with her, but I’m closer to my dad. He’s where I get my dorkiness from. Or at least that’s what I’m convinced. We tell each other corny jokes and go fishing together every now and then. I have seven other siblings, one being my twin sister Stellaluna. Yeah…my dad…is…yeah. We call her Stella or Luna. We’re close but we’re different. Very different. We have some common ground other than our February birthday though. The oldest of us is my brother Seth. He was pretty high on the social ladder when he came to school here. We aren’t…we don’t get along too well. With me being the second boy in the family…I think he thinks I stole his thunder. I mean my parents are dorks…and he’s not. I guess that was hard for him…he’s so….serious. We’re three years apart and two years after him came my sister Daphne. We get along ok. Then came me and Stella. After that came another girl, Sabrina. She’s a sophomore and we get on well. She’s probably the most like me out of all my siblings. Then came Dallas and Dakota. Can you guess which one is the boy? Dallas is my little sister and Dakota is my baby brother. They aren’t in high school yet which isn’t a bad thing really. I love these two to death though. I help them with their homework and goof off from time to time with them. As far as pets go, we have a cat named Salem…he kinda hates me. Lately he’s not been too bad. I have a corgi named Jet and The twins have birds named Milo and Melina. They’re love birds. "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?" Like I said, I was born here three years after my brother and one year after my sister Daphne. I was born on February 11th along with my sister Stella. We were pretty content babies and very much a surprise. My parents hadn’t been expecting one baby, let alone two, so it was definitely a shock. I was born three minutes before Stella and took to my parents right away. I’m told I was a happy child, but very sensitive to noise. A year after I was born came Sabrina and two years after her the twins. As a little kid, my brother didn’t like me much. Granted he picked on my sisters, but I was he’s main target. When I was six or seven it was the worst. He was getting into sports and my dad has never been all that….athletic and neither was I. I feel bad for Seth now…but then, we hated each other. I was awkward in school. I stuttered and shied away from people in elementary school. In middle school I was teased a lot for being feminine I guess. I had a lot of female friends that carried over into my freshman year. I was the kid that got stuffed in lockers and cooed over by girls. Most people had knew my brother Seth, seeing as he was a senior, but it wasn’t like he protected me much. He just ignored my existence. My sister and I were super close that year but once sophomore year came along we separated. I faded into the background and she didn’t. I began figuring myself out at the end of freshman year and over that summer, after meeting my best friend, I became more comfortable in my own skin. He was really comfortable with himself and had been moving about since he could remember. He knew what it was like to try and fit in and after a while he just said…fuck it. Who cares? So rather than busting my ass to fit in…I decided to just relax and be myself. Sophomore year I tried it out and here I am junior year. I don’t think I’m doing too bad either, haha. After Seth left and I stopped caring about social status…it wasn’t hard to slip into the background. I’ve always been good at disappearing after all. But yeah, that’s about it. Nothing too major or exciting. ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE Max plopped down in the grass and immediately let his upper body fall backward. His lean figure sprawled out as if he’d been through the most invigorating work out of his life. Hearing a soft laugh, he couldn’t help but glance to his side, biting his lip to hide a smile. “Don’t laugh at me, that was a lot harder than I remember it being,” As hard as he tried to look annoyed, the corners of his lip curled up into a grin. He quickly picked some blades of grass and threw them in her direction, but lucky for Dani, not one hit their target thanks to the soft mountain breeze. “Next time you won’t be so lucky,” Max stuck his tongue out at her as he laid back again, turning his eyes toward the sky. Thick white clouds hung over head just like the ones at home in Chester, but he took a deep and automatically knew this place was different. The air was so…fresh and the scenery? Well, he’d stared wide eyed out the car window the entire way up the mountain side, like a kid visiting an amusement park for the very first time. Being that he had a truck, he’d driven which was entertaining. Dani had to keep his eyes on the road more often than not. But really everything around here so far was just so…unbelievable to him. Max had seen pictures, sure, but nothing compared to actually venturing up the mountain side, you know? For a moment he closed his eyes, taking in the sultry scent of the mountain air, the melodic sounds of birds and the feel of the soft earth against his back. He already knew this trip would be fantastic, no matter how much trouble the tent had given him. Speaking of tent, Max opened his eyes and glanced back just to make sure it was still standing. It had taken him a good half hour to get the directions all figured out and even longer to put the thing together. Maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but he’d been fumbling around with the thing for what felt like an eternity. His clumsiness hadn’t helped him in the slightest and he had no clue how many times he’d gotten twisted in the ropes and what not. It had to be amusing to watch, so he really didn’t blame Daniella for her giggling throughout the whole thing. He’d been to proud to ask for any kind of help, after all, he used to set up tents all the time as a kid. He was a pro back then, but now? He had no clue what happened. Smirking over at her again, Max rolled over onto his stomach to watch her. He was quiet as he ran his eyes over her slowly, admiring her in the warm evening light. The past two weeks had been nothing but bliss for him and he didn’t expect their weekend in the mountains to be any different. Max hadn’t had a date in years, let alone a girlfriend before Dani had sauntered into his life. He could recall the day she made her way into the coffee shop like it was yesterday. Time had stood still for sure that moment…well until he’d made a fool of himself and tipped his chair over. It had been love at first sight for him and ever day following had been even better than the last. Oh he was head over heels in love for the girl and she returned every last bit of affection for him, she made it obvious in every smile, laugh, glance, word and kiss that they shared together and this weekend? Well, Max was more than ecstatic to spend it with her. An entire weekend…in the mountains…with no one to bother them. They were completely and utterly alone to bask in each other’s glow and he planed to do just that every second he got. Of course, they’d planned to do more than just that though. Bon fires, smores, star gazing, maybe even swimming would ensue over the course of their time together here. Not that Max was much of a swimmer…in fact he was quite terrified of the water, but he trusted Dani and he’d be willing to take a bullet for her, so a little bit of water wasn’t going to get in their way. “Whatcha workin on over there?” With a grin he pushed himself up a bit, crawling over to her on his hands and knees. His arms wrapped around her waist from behind, being careful not to disturb her too much as he pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of her lips. Dani was probably more than used to his affection by now and he snuggled against her a little, resting his chin on her shoulder as he peered over it, taking in the delicious scent of her shampoo. ACE, EIGHT YEARS, CAUTION, MOD EDIT |
