Post by johnny voorhees on Jun 15, 2009 22:42:37 GMT -5
AND JOHNNYVOORHEES, BABY
I CAN'T GET YOU
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SO LETS FLOAT FLOAT FLOAT AWAY
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NICKNAMES Johnny Carcinogen, Johnny Slaughter, but mostly just Voorhees
BIRTHDAY 22; June 19th
GENDER male
SEXUALITY homosexual
FACE CLAIM Kyle Burns ♥
MEMBER GROUP college student
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AND YOU'LL CATCH CATCH ME BABY
[/color][/font][/center]• Younger boys
• Cigarettes
• Candy
• Alcohol
• The occasional powder in his nose
• Drums
• Skateboarding
• Moshing
• Fighting!
DISLIKES
• Cops
• The quiet
• Meat
• Hangovers
• Pants
PERSONALITY
Reckless, Vegetarian, Loyal, Headstrong, Punk, Skater, Teddy Bear
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SO LETS HANG OUT IN THE CLOUDS
[/color][/font][/center]OCCUPATION college student and coffee shop employee.
FAMILY
Mom • Emily Partridge • Elementary School Art Teacher • 49
Dad • Connor Voorhees Jr. • Musician • 55
Sister • Rebecca Voorhees • Secretary • 30
Step Dad • Charles Mabel
HISTORY Johnny has spent his whole life in the city where junk is king and the air smells shitty. He was born and raised in Seattle, Washington the second of two children, and feels most at home in the big cities but after living in Dogersville for a few years, he's gotten used to the relative calm.
His parents Connor Voorhees Jr, a relatively well-known musician and Emily Partridge, a free-spirited art teacher, were never married, and split up when Johnny was only one and a half. Emily was the one who got custody of him and his sister Becky, moving them to a small town a few good miles from the city. Johnny still likes to refer to it as "Bumfuck, Nowhere". Connor could see Johnny on the weekends, but it required an hour and a half drive there and back, so Johnny saw little of his dad, and the city until his mother found a new boyfriend.
Charlie Mabel is, in every way, Johnny's worst enemy. The Führer, which Johnny likes to refer to him as, waltzed into his life when he was three, and immediately assumed the role of "dad". Even at three, Johnny would not be fooled into forgetting about his real father, and already built up a hatred for this man his mother "loved" so much. Tensions between the two grew fast over the years with Johnny's only relief being the ever-growing hours spent with his father, going to ska shows and mastering the guitar his dad gave him to let out aggression while at his mother's house.
Johnny wasn't allowed any freedoms whatsoever, and when Charlie thought Johnny wouldn't notice, he would hit his mother. At the age of ten, Johnny erupted in a rage and attempted to throw the overweight cop against the wall. His noble attempt failed, and Jude ended up with two broken ribs.
As soon as the hospital released him after "falling out of a tree", as the Führer told them, Johnny hitchhiked to Dogersville, Kansas where his favorite musician was from.
Without the Führer around, Johnny's crazy nature began to settle in, leading him to become the spastic, drug-using person he is today.
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I'LL MAKE HER SEE THAT SHE'S MINE
[/color][/font][/center]AGE 18
EXPERIENCE 9 Years or so
TIME ZONE
Eastern
CONTACT
wolf.in.wolves.clothing@gmail.com
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Dee’s eyes blinked open with the first glow of light that came from his sorry excuse for a barred window. He sat up and rubbed his eyes as he had done for weeks now. It was eerily quiet and Dee had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach or he just needed breakfast. He got up and wrapped his slender fingers around the cold metal bars, not getting much of an arm span because of the handcuffs.
Squinting into the darker part of the Station, he could just make out the figure of the bulbus donut-muncher that had guard duty laying his head on the desk. "Sleeping on the job?" His tone was mocking and a huge grin spread across his face. Hesitating for a moment, Dee reached his hand awkwardly into his messy brown hair and pulled out a bobby pin. He neglected the handcuffs; he didn't have time to fumble with them, this was his shot!
Effortlessly, he slipped his hands through the bars and slipped the pin into the lock. There was a click and with a light push, Dee was taking his first taste of much needed freedom. As he slowly passed the desk of a “Liam Shepherd” where the guard lay so deep in sleep he hadn't made a single noise, he was startled by static blasting from the police radio which was occasionally interrupted by a woman’s urgent voice, “Please if you can hea...this...go to the...sch...ool right a...way!” Dee found this announcement odd, it was far from official police business, but never-the-less she sounded hot, and spending a few weeks in a cell can make a man frustrated.
Reaching slowly to the guard's side, Dee pulled his gun out of it's holster and slipped it into his jean's pocket. Deciding he should take a bit more from the poor fool while he had the chance, Dee made another slow reach, grabbing up the keyring that the man clutched in his chubby fingers. Dee's lips greeted another crafty smile, the fat man didn't even move! There were quite a few keys dangling from the ring, and even though Dee was a genius lock pick, one never knows when a big ring of keys will come in handy.
Sticking the keys in his other pocket, Dee made his slow but steady break for the door. The entire station was empty save himself, the guard and a few others in the cells, moaning for whatever reason. Without even a glance back, Dee pushed open the big doors of the Police Station and exited without any sort of struggle what so ever. He chuckled and figured he would find his way to this town's high school and meet up with the lady on the radio.
As Dee left, the decaying remains of the fat man fell with a sickening wet thud to the floor. He hadn't been sleeping at all; He was dead. Some...thing had torn off his right arm and had hollowed out his insides, spreading them out across the floor.
Squinting into the darker part of the Station, he could just make out the figure of the bulbus donut-muncher that had guard duty laying his head on the desk. "Sleeping on the job?" His tone was mocking and a huge grin spread across his face. Hesitating for a moment, Dee reached his hand awkwardly into his messy brown hair and pulled out a bobby pin. He neglected the handcuffs; he didn't have time to fumble with them, this was his shot!
Effortlessly, he slipped his hands through the bars and slipped the pin into the lock. There was a click and with a light push, Dee was taking his first taste of much needed freedom. As he slowly passed the desk of a “Liam Shepherd” where the guard lay so deep in sleep he hadn't made a single noise, he was startled by static blasting from the police radio which was occasionally interrupted by a woman’s urgent voice, “Please if you can hea...this...go to the...sch...ool right a...way!” Dee found this announcement odd, it was far from official police business, but never-the-less she sounded hot, and spending a few weeks in a cell can make a man frustrated.
Reaching slowly to the guard's side, Dee pulled his gun out of it's holster and slipped it into his jean's pocket. Deciding he should take a bit more from the poor fool while he had the chance, Dee made another slow reach, grabbing up the keyring that the man clutched in his chubby fingers. Dee's lips greeted another crafty smile, the fat man didn't even move! There were quite a few keys dangling from the ring, and even though Dee was a genius lock pick, one never knows when a big ring of keys will come in handy.
Sticking the keys in his other pocket, Dee made his slow but steady break for the door. The entire station was empty save himself, the guard and a few others in the cells, moaning for whatever reason. Without even a glance back, Dee pushed open the big doors of the Police Station and exited without any sort of struggle what so ever. He chuckled and figured he would find his way to this town's high school and meet up with the lady on the radio.
As Dee left, the decaying remains of the fat man fell with a sickening wet thud to the floor. He hadn't been sleeping at all; He was dead. Some...thing had torn off his right arm and had hollowed out his insides, spreading them out across the floor.