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paper cut. wrote:"Meh...what should I try?" I said, going back to finding something to win. I looked over to where she was staring. It was a guy at a table playing cards. I wasn't very interested so I turned back to Seppy.
Omegalomaniac wrote:Daniel
I shrugged a little bit and flipped over the next card. It was a four. "And I didn't this time," I said, glancing up and smiling a little bit. I shrugged a little bit. "Yeah, alpacas are fluffy." And they were pretty cool looking.
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by hemmo » Sun Mar 24, 2013 3:52 am
extraordinharry wrote:
Σｎ ａ ｍ ｅ ; Bear Joey Ryder
Σｎ ｉ ｃ ｋ ｎ ａ ｍ ｅ ; Bear
Σａ ｇ ｅ ; nineteen
Σｂ ｉ ｒ ｔ ｈ ｄ ａ ｙ; June 26, 1993the basics
Oh, hai dar. Hah, anyhow, what was it you wanted to know? Oh, the basics. Alright, well my name is Bear. This is legit. I mean, it's not my middle name, or one a nickname that my mother gave to me as a little kid. Or, at least I'm pretty sure it's not. I believe it's the name on my birth certificate. Whatever the case, just call me Bear. My middle name is Joey. Now, if you're wondering if my middle name and first name got mixed up, they didn't. My fathers name was Joey, and my mom wanted to name me after him. He died over seas when I was still in my mothers stomach. So, yeah, I've never met him. Back to my name explanation, my mom wanted to name me after him. But, she didn't want it to look like I was stealing it, if that makes sense. So, my mother made ti my middle name. There is proof on why I know my name is not Joey. Anyway, I like Bear, better than Joey. It makes me sound fierce, if I do say so myself. Well, y'know, cute fierce. Or ... just, like ... cute. I really don't care what you think of it, you should judge the person, not their name. Now, my last name is Ryder. I'm not sure what culture that is from exactly. I mean, Kosmyna is Polish. Cairo is Egyptian. Ryder just sounds like American. Yes, it's my fathers last name. My mother could never find that heart to change either of ours. Actually, I don't think it was ever a choice in her mind. She was a widow, but she needed something to say that she still was married to my father. He was still part of our family, one way or another. Onto nick names, right? Yeah. Well, I believe you can be creative with names. So, be my guest, and figure one out. I think Bear is pretty short, but there has been names that people have called me instead for the past years. Some not so nice ones are Bunny. Seriously? I didn't pick my name. No need to make it into a wussy girly nick name. Though, I must admit, Bunny's are pretty cute. But, I believe it's more of a girl's nick name than mine. Now that we're done with the names, we'll go onto my age and whatnot. I'm nineteen years young. I was held back in first grade, so I'm just ending my senior year. I should have already applied to colleges and all of that good stuff, but I haven't. I'm putting it off until I can get a steady job and an apartment. I mean, I'm pretty tired of living in my moms basement. I know that you can be at like college dorm rooms and that, but during the summer, I don't want to be like those forty year olds who still live with their mommy. I apologize if that's you, there's absolutely nothing wrong with those types of people. Now for my birthday. I was born on June twenty-six, nineteen ninety three. Hope that floats your bout, have a nice day! (;
Σｓ ｅ ｘ ｕ ａ ｌ ｉ ｔ ｙ ; Bisexual
Σｃ ｒ ｕ ｓ ｈ ; no one so far
Σｄ ａ ｔ ｉ ｎ ｇ ; naddalove life
I've had a lot of past with love. Do I believe in it? Yeah, totally. I just don't get what makes someone so heartless to cheat or lie on their partner. But, I guess that's the whole point, right? If we didn't get hurt from loving, we'd be falling in love with the wrong people. I ask you to just please don't make fun of me for my sexuality. I'm still in the closet about everything. No, I'm not gay. I'm bisexual. Yeah, yeah, make all the jokes you want. Go ahead, take your best shot. I must say that everybody in my elementary school has already said anything and everything you could possibly say. Now, I was out of the closet then, but my mother sure as hell didn't know. I had just told her that I was getting bullied, and wanted to move. After that, I kinda realized how mean people were. So, now, none of my friends know. It's going to stay that way, hopefully. I kind of feel that I'm bisexual because my father died. What I'm trying to say is that I never got any love from my father, let alone another boy. So, when I got some, I couldn't get enough of it. Yeah, I've dated girls, but they can't kiss how I want them too. I mean, if you know what your genders standards are, they're are so much better kissers. Sorry, if you feel a bit awkward. I apologize dearly. However, you did ask me about my love life. You obviously had it coming. So, onto my crushes. Well, I don't really have a specific "type" who I like, is who I like. I used to like this really nerdy girl, big glasses and everything, and everyone thought she looked horrific, made fun of her every move. You know what I thought about her? That she was absolutely perfect. Then, another time, I liked this bad boy. He owned the school, ditched, smoked in the bathrooms. I did it with him, and got on his good side. That was the first time I'd kissed a boy, freshman year. Oh, and none of my friends no that, either. I've dated a few girls in my time, all over the place. Some times they were the hottest, other times they were at the bottom of the high school food chain. You don't know when I'm about to have a crush. I've dated only two boys, one in my old school, and one in my current school. It was that same bad boy, but he hated how everything I did had to be kept a secrete, so he broke up with me after six months. I guess that's my love life, thanks for listening.
Σｐ ａ ｒ ｅ ｎ ｔ ｓ ; [mother] Megan Renee Ryder [father, deceased] Joey Ryder
Σｐ ｅ ｔ ｓ ; Drexle & Snow White
Σｏ ｔ ｈ ｅ ｒ; phone & no carhistory
This is a bit of a touchy subject. But, I guess I did agree to this interview, I knew I had this coming. I'm not sure where I should start, I guess the key points? Maybe where I last remember? Or when I was born? Yeah, I don't exactly know that part, but I can give it shot. Alright, so my father died when my mother was only two months pregnant with me. I told you that, yes, but not the month. So, my mother actually got some money, and she moved. Yeah, it was painful for her, but she had to leave behind for a safer environment. See, because of my fathers job, we had to move with him, so we could still see him periodically. So, where we had been living in that certain situation, was not good. It was a rat infested motel - but my mother would travel to the ends of the earth just to be in a twelve mile radius. Oh, and the money was from his job. Since he served in a couple wars, though they were minor, we'd get paid until my mother died. My mother actually moved into a condo, close to the hospital. Since my father wouldn't be there to get her in a speedy ready, she wanted to be prepared. Then, once I was born, she stayed they until I could walk. It was an easier move that way. My Grandmother, my fathers mom, helped my mom and I move into a great big house. Like, I'm not kidding, it was a very large house. It was only two stories, but had eight rooms, a kitchen, three living rooms, and about eleven bathrooms. There had been one in each room, and then one in the basement, and two on the main floor. Now, we had a lovely little life, until I was about five. The service my father had been working for, stopped sending the checks. We got evicted, and really had no other place to stay. My Grandma was sick in the hospital, and died a month after. So, that was it, we really had no other family. My mom then began a waitressing job at Benito's cafe, we actually had to sleep in the back of the restaurants for a couple days. I mean, it really wasn't that bad, if you think about it. But, having come from a place where everything was just handed to you, was pretty hard. We had to thrive for what we needed, and had to face the fact that what we wanted was out of reach. My mom was probably the best mother out there, she was always for me, and nothing for her. If she had a bad day, she wouldn't take it out on me, she'd explain, and I'd listen. Oh, and I know you might be think like why can't you just tell her that you're bisexual, she sounds pretty lenient. Well, that's the thing. My mom has been the best I could wish for, and no matter how much anyone could try, I know they wont be able to beat her. I don't want to be a disappointment to her, I just can't fail her. If I did, I don't know what I'd do with myself. I feel like if I just keep it all in, I'll be able to sew everything back together. Anyhow, my mom's boss found us out in the alley, and told her that she should just stay at his house. So, that's was we did. We stayed at her boss's house for a year and a half, I believe. Then, my mom was able to rent a decent apartment, at least there were no rats involved. That's when I started to go to schools. I actually went straight in first grade, instead of re-taking kindergarten. Though, I did have to re-take first grade for not being able to read. It actually wasn't that bad, I'm only one grade behind, so what? I actually had a few girl crushes then, I didn't know I was bisexual back then. After a while, maybe a grade or two, I found my self looking at things a normal boy wouldn't. I didn't say anything about it, of course. I didn't know what I was going through, and I was afraid to find out. I actually had taken a risk, I wanted to know if all boys felt this way. So, I asked one of my best friends then, Ryker, a lot about my feelings. After that, we kinda got separated. Like, his parents would never let me come over, in fear I might rape their kid, or something. No, I never tried, if you're thinking that. I would never want to hurt someone I love, and I tried hard not to. I confronted Ryker in fourth grade, asking him why he was avoiding me. This is where all hell came loose. We got into a fist fight, I broke his arm, he gave me a black eye. I was so ashamed, they had to call my mom to come and pick me up. I was suspended for three days, and while I was gone, everybody found out. I haven't actually spoke to him since, just so you know. They teased me for four year, I began to get distant, like no one could help me. I never told anyone, and still, no one knows. I mean, of course the kids at my old school know, but no one I'm close to now knows. My mom started to suspect things when my grades dropped, but I told her I was fine, and that things were just getting harder to learn. I could tell that she didn't completely believe me, but she did enough to let it go. It was half a month into my freshman year when we moved. No, I didn't tell her voluntarily. We were walking in the town center, and crossing one of the main roads. I was walking a bit slower, enjoying every step. Right out of the blue, my mom yells "MOVE" I look to my left, and a car is speeding my way. Now, I'm not saying I'm suicidal, but this car was coming at me, and I didn't want to move. I didn't move, but I told my mom that I was shocked - caught up in the moment. That I didn't have time to move. She told me that all my excuses were bullsh*t. I was in the hospital for a week before I could talk to my mom. She had told me when I was getting into the ambulance that until I told her what was going on, she wasn't going to visit me in the hospital. Then, a week in, I called her. I told her every thing ... yeah. Not quite. I just told her that I was getting bullied at school for being different. I never told her about being bisexual. I could ever do that to her. I'd just be disappointing her, and I just wont be able to take that again. So, we moved. We moved to where I am now, and it's better. Yeah, way better.
Σｇ ｏ ｏ ｄ ｔ ｒ ａ ｉ ｔ ｓ ; sensitive, doesn't judge, caring, and trustworthy
Σｂ ａ ｄ ｔ ｒ ａ ｉ ｔ ｓ ; sensitive, shyish, stubborn, sometimes controlling, and sometimes clingy
Σｆ ｒ ｉ ｅ ｎ ｄ ｓ ; _______personality
I've got a lot of different personalities, I must say. Some people would say they have three. One with their friends, one with their family, and one with their partner. Now, I have dozens of personalities, I don't know how long this is even going to take to explain. How about you just sit back and relax? Haha. I guess you could say that I'm a little bit of everything. I'm defiantly not a goody goody who never steps out of line, but I'm not a hardcore d*ck head who has like a death wish. Though, at times people do tell me that I'm one of those two personalities. I think that I'll just give you a situation, and then go into detail on how I would react. Getting into a fight, I'm a quick thinker. Comebacks would come out as witty as possible, and my punches would come out with just as much venom. I never have hesitated to go for the punches, or draw blood. In situation like that, I don't think, I just do. I wont care if I'm about to get myself deeper into a situation, if my adrenalin is pumping, I'm going for the long shot. Also, I don't think I'm ever going to get in trouble. So, I can do whatever I what, theoretically. My mom just likes to know that I'm a happy kid. Inside, I really think I am. Again, getting away with things are usually easy for me. But, if I was to disappoint my mother, I think my self hate would rise to the point where I'm drowning in it. However, back to my personality, I hate losing. That's mostly why I would punch hard. Because, think about it for a moment, if you were in a fight, backing down would be considerably loosing. So, punching and drawing blood is the way to go if you're.... well, me. So, I hate losing. But, I'm a bit lenient about, on people I like. Basically, it depends on the person I'm against, or fighting. For example, if it was a real thing, like football and we were on separate teams, I would try my hardest to beat his arse. But, lets say, I was going against an amateur in ping pong, just a fun little game, I would still want to beat his arse. But lets say me and my crush were playing a little harmless game of air hockey, I'd for sure let him/her win. Like I said, it always matters on who I'm playing against. So, to sum things up, so far, I'm competitive, and reckless at times. Other times, I can be the complete opposite. When my mom and I were moving around, I was very sensitive, and shy. I still carry that around with me, at times. The first day of school, it's always very awkward for me. I don't know whether my friends are still .. well, my friends. Then, I freak out, become paranoid that they know. That, somehow, they know I'm bisexual and don't want to be my friends anymore. Or, worse, that someone from my old school would move here, recognized me, and tell everyone who I really am. I should really stop talking about that before I become paranoid ... too late. Anyway, moving on, I'm very sweet at home. I would never hit another girl, even if I hated her. My mother raised me right, I'd never even think about laying my hands on a girl. That would be, again, disappointing my mother, and my father. I've never met him, no, but I know what he cares strongly about. So, getting back to why I'm very sweet at home. I think my mother deserves best, so I always try and serve her every need. If she feels tired, then she can go to bed early, I can take care of everything else. I guess you can put me down as responsible, too, then. I can take care of very adult things. I've driven a care on vacation with my mother, and I was only fifteen. Good thing Vegas has other things to worry about than a fifteen year old with a passed out adult in the back. So, I guess this shows you that I can really be anything that I put my mind too. Thanks for asking, I like talking ... but I guess you've already found that out.
Σｈ ａ ｉ ｒ ｃ ｏ ｌ ｏ ｒ ; black
Σｅ ｙ ｅ ｃ ｏ ｌ ｏ ｒ ; chocolate brown
Σｆ ｌ ａ ｗ ｓ; hair, legs, almost everything
Σｂ ｅ ｓ ｔ ｆ ｅ ａ ｔ ｕ ｒ ｅ; eyesimage
I always hate this portion of the interview. I think that maybe you guys are trying to see how we see our selves? Yes, no? Okay, thanks for the answer. However, even though I hate this part, I will try to be as literate as possible. Though, being a boy, I'm not too sure that I care a lot about my looks. Also, being bisexual, that has to come into play, anyway, to conclude, I kind of care about my looks. That was just a bunch pish-posh, lets get to the real stuff. We'll start at the top of me, my hair. I believe it's bipolar, one day it'll be straight, and the next it'll be a little wavy. I know I haven't really shown you anything with proof, I hope you can just imagine it. I hate having to take pictures with that kind of hair, it's always sticking out somewhere or another. Also, more about my hair, it's color range can be from chocolaty brown, to a dark dark cocoa-ish brown. The darker brown usually comes on during the winter, and then the light color during the summer time. I'm pretty sure it has to do with the light and stuff.I usually leave it about shoulder length, sometimes a bit higher. Though, I'm afraid it was any lower, people might think I was one of the drugified hippies, or something. Maybe a hobo? Anyhow, I don't like it below the length of my shoulders. When I first get my hair cut, it's almost always higher than my shoulder. This is so I don't have to get a hair cut like every single month. It always has time to grow back out, so I don't have to get one for a while. The style is most a side sweep, either side. Though, usually, it's to the right. But, sometimes, when I don't pay attention, I put it to the left. Oh, and this is right out of the shower, so it depends on how sleepy I am. Lets move a little lower, down to my eyes. Not to be cocky or anything, but it's usually the most commented on feature about me. For most other boys, it's their abs, the cheek bones chizzled into their hot faces. But, no, not for me. My eyes, around the rim of the iris, are a light, greyish blue. Then, heading a little closer to the pupil, it gets bit darker. The color looks like it shoots out, almost like a firework. It's actually a caramel color, they two really contrast. This is how they look, I believe it's the only feature I have that worth complimenting. Sorry if I sound cocky, or annoying. I really don't mean to brag about them, and they might not even be remotely cool to you. That's fine, I just wanted to share my most loved feature, by me. Moving on, down to my nose. It's normal, that's really all I have to say about it. It's not crooked, or big, I think it's pretty much just normal. So, moving on once more, to my lips. They are big, like some African American people, but they're isn't like nothing their. I still have something you can kiss on to. Then, the bones in my face. It's not like those models, with the very defined cheek bones. But, their not covered in layers of fat. You can still see them, but they just don't pop out. Oh, and also, I wouldn't say that I have high cheek bones, but they aren't low either. Okay, now we're moving on. My shoulders are quite broad, but not exactly "wide". I'm not sure what the difference is, exactly, but people have told me I have broad shoulders. I've never had a comment about them being "wide". Moving even lower, to my stomach/abs. I have abs, yes. But ... well, I've got a six pack, okay? You can see them almost perfectly. I usually don't like to brag about anything in particular. Nobody has really commented on them or anything, because I don't normally go swimming. But, trust me, I've been working on them for four years. You tell me how they look. Alright, we'll skip my personal information. Though, I can give you a lil' bit of info. Ten inches. That's all I'm saying. Hah, moving ooon. Okay, I'm not sure how to describe my legs at all. I'm not girl, and I don't obsess about them. I guess that' pretty much all for my body shape, we can move on to the minor details. Like, my style/fashion, or yeah ... pretty much. I can't give you a visual, or like a picture, sorry. But, I love my grey vans. Not like the big ones, just the simple canvas vans. I used to have a hobbie of making bracelets from scratch. The problem was, once I got them on, I couldn't get them off. So, I usually am wearing those. The only time I don't wear them, is when they start to fray, so then I have to cut them off and throw 'em away. Some point in time, I'll have to make new ones, or buy them. Also, I sometimes wear those rubber bracelets, that say like "boobies" or whatnot. Some skinny's is also good to time things together. I like plaid button-up tops, as well. Oh, and a scarf goes a long way here and there. I also like v-necks with blazers, those always look nice. I can actually say that I've only worn a letter man jacket once, and that was for the school band. Aha, if you asked me we shouldn't get them. It's not like it's a sport or anything. Alright, thanks for listening. Sorry if I tended to bore you at anytime.
Σｆ ａ ｃ ｔ ｓ ; I'm bipolar
Σｆ ａ ｖ ｃ ｏ ｌ ｏ ｒ ; don't have one
Σｆ ａ ｖ ａ ｃ ｔ ｉ ｖ ｉ ｔ ｙ ; skating, craftsMiscellaneous
So, I guess this is the part where I tell you my interests and the things I hate. Hmmm .. I'm try to describe things as long as possible, you can tell. We'll start out with the things I like, or love, for that matter. Well, I like skating. Not like roller skating, like skate boarding. I don't think I could live with out it, now that I look back on it. It was usually like last resort, practically the only thing that had kept me alive when I was in eighth grade. Though, then again, it did put me right in the head lights of the car I got hit by. I don't care, anyway. However, back onto skateboarding, it's not a sport. I know that most people who are in love with skating call it a sport, and go to like competitions and stuff. I love it, don't get me wrong, but it's a passion of mine. But, I don't compete, I don't need figgin' awards to show that I'm good, because I don't skate to be "good", I skate to feel better. Everybody deals with pain and stressful things in different ways. Drugs, sex, self-harm, and other, better,m ways to deal with these sorts of things. I'm just glad I didn't turn into any of that. No, it's not bad, I wouldn't judge you if you did any of those. Because, like I had said, we all deal with things differently. Alright, lets get off the topic of that, and onto something else I like. I like food, but don't indulge myself into it. I mean, I believe everyone loves food, even the kids that starve themselves. You literally need food to survive, so why not like it, or love it for that matter? My favorite food would have to be ... fish and chips. Not like legit fish and chip, like fish and fries, if that makes sense. I'm not sure what it is about it, because I normally hate fish, or any sea food. But, french fries have always been a favorite of mine. I don't really have anything that I "love" I like to save that for my relationships, haha. I guess we can move onto stuff I hate, and if I come up with anything else that I like, I'll talk about it. However, I hate when people try to draw attention to themselves. It drives me mad. An example of that is, they get paper cut, okay? They over exaggerate everything about it, and keep complaining. Or, lets say they broke a collar bone, like two years ago, when you're playing around with them, like getting into a little bit of hand fights and sh.t, and they start complaining that it's their "bad side". Y'know, I'm not really sure if that's called "wanting attention", but since I gave you a pretty good idea of it, you should know what I'm talking about. I just can't stand those kind of people, I guess that I'm more into the wallflower types of people. They don't want anything attention drawn to them, but to me, they are the ones who most deserve it. Hmmm ... something else I hate. Well, sometimes I hate people in general. I don't think the people at my new school really did anything mean to me, but it's just the traumatization from like the 5th grade that really makes me shy. Though, as you seen in my personality part of the interview, that I''m defiantly not shy at times. That's usually only when I meet people, but I still have to have some time to unwind, y'know? And then, still, I can't be myself around them. It look four years to be the closest I can to myself with my pals, but I'm still hiding something from them. I've lived with my mom for my whole life, she's the one who probably has the closet definition to the true me. But, even she doesn't know that I'm bisexual. right, I better go. Thanks for the interview, sorry if I took to much time.
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