Post by pearce mossin on Jun 11, 2009 0:10:44 GMT -5
AND PEARCE, BABY
I CAN'T GET YOU
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SO LETS FLOAT FLOAT FLOAT AWAY
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NICKNAMES pearce
BIRTHDAY march third, 1990 - eighteen
GENDER male
SEXUALITY homosexual
FACE CLAIM chace crawford
MEMBER GROUP student
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AND YOU'LL CATCH CATCH ME BABY
[/color][/font][/center]LIKES
DISLIKES
PERSONALITY charming, private, intelligent, charismatic, stubborn, and egocentric
SO LETS HANG OUT IN THE CLOUDS
[/color][/font][/center]OCCUPATION high school student
FAMILY
♥ father: colby mossin, forty-seven, deceased
♥ mother: morgan burns, thirty-nine, secretary
- step-father: charles burns, twenty-nine, restaurant chain owner
- brother: ivory mossin, twenty-three, college student
♥ sister: veronica burns, nine, elementary school student
HISTORY
Nothing really mattered in the life of Pearce Mossin until his father died of lung cancer on Christmas Eve. He stopped believing in Santa Clause at the age of nine because that had certainly been a rotten present. His father had been smoking since he was fourteen, so it was to be expected, but it was still heart breaking. He loved his father, he always smelt of cigarettes and would read him interesting stories at night before he went to bed. His mother mourned for three years before moving on and marrying Charles Burns. He hated the guy, but didn’t resent his mother for it because they needed the money. Charles was always trying to intrude on his personal life, make friends, act like his father, and give him advice about scoring with girls. He wanted to tell him that he was gay and for him to fuck off, but he had to be somewhat pleasant. With him he brought Veronica, a little girl with adorable blonde curls from an earlier marriage and he grew to love her. He could stand most of them, but the one person that could get under his skin like no other and made him leave for Dodgersville was Ivory, his brother. He acted like such a nice guy to him when others were around, but behind closed doors he would call him a fag, beat the shit out of him, and tell him how worthless he was. And when he finally figured out his sexuality, he kept it a secret because it would only make things worse. At the age of fifteen he ran away to Dodgersville, trying to prove just how much worth he had and quickly becoming one of the popular guys. Now, it’s his senior year and he has to make a decision to come out of the closet publically or lose the person he’s starting to love(?). He has no idea what he’s going to do.
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I'LL MAKE HER SEE THAT SHE'S MINE
[/color][/font][/center]AGE sixteen
EXPERIENCE five+ years
TIME ZONE eastern
CONTACT pm
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Ah, he could finally breathe. Kirby sucked oxygen into his lungs as if he had been underwater for a long period of time, but in reality he’d just been inside the school hallways. His self-control didn’t seem to be quite functioning today, at least not as controlled as he usually was with his demeanor around those idiots inside the school. Everything had been normal until one of his so-called ‘friends’ came up to blabber on about something or another while he feigned interest. His mind started to wander and soon began to wonder what her blood would look like and taste like, horrified to discover his hand extending to find out before quickly retracting it once more. He then excused himself with some perfected excuse of having work to do at the last minute. He couldn't spoil his image. It usually wasn’t so bad, but the inside was so stuffy with recycled air that it made his head spin out of control. But now that he was outside, everything seemed to be alright. He snapped his fingers and watched the flame dance across his skin, it was relaxing.
After another few breaths, he calmed enough to know that he wouldn’t succumb to his delicious bloody desires at the moment. He needed those idiots, whether he liked it or not, they were informers, connections, and sacrifices if he needed them to be. After all, it was easier to start a revolution with masses of idiotic people behind him. He made a slight face, thinking of the registration debate that was currently going on. He was glad that a good number of people disagreed with the entire ordeal, just waiting for a riot to break out over it so that he could finally release some of the blood lust that constantly ate away at his insides like acid. It wasn’t enough anymore to rip apart animals in the forest, he needed human blood, he needed the screams, he needed to see their fear. Ah, regress, regress, Kirby, he thought to himself. He forced his mind away from the tantalizing thoughts and looked around for something to distract his mind and to entertain him for a bit. When he was bored, it didn’t turn out pretty.
Ah, was that his favorite person he spotted? A mischievous grin split his face at the sight of Jack laying a couple yards away on a nice patch of grass. He truly believed that as far as relationships went, theirs was as fucked up as they came. Jack was the first person he actually held some sort of affection towards, but he still wanted to carve him up sometimes. It just depended on his mood really, whether the majority of his mind favored him that day or not. He didn’t know what it was going to be today, having long given up on understanding why his mind thought certain things like that. But there was his entertainment, practically skipping over to him in his haste to arrive. He hoped he was asleep, his arrival would piss Jack off even more if he roused him from a peaceful nap. When he finally reached him, he rolled and flopped down right next to him, watching the stones move across his back in small movements. It was fascinating.
“Wake up sleeping beauty, your prince has arrived,” he smiled like a madman, hoping to probe some sort of interesting reaction out of him. Hmm, it seemed his mind liked Jack today if he felt like playing around with him like that. But that was subject to change, as was anything involving his mind. He would enjoy it while it lasted, knowing that his mind would soon drift to bloody visions. He chuckled a bit, watching the brunette for a reaction as well as flying stones.
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word count; 634
outfit; click!
notes; sorry this took so long ]:
