Post by trace on Nov 26, 2011 15:02:17 GMT -5
trace zachary lewis
'i'ma hit this drink up like it's my last, i'ma hit this night up like it's my last'
'i'ma hit this drink up like it's my last, i'ma hit this night up like it's my last'
hello? how about you tell me who you are?[/b][/size]
"Uh, yeah, hi. I'm Trace. No nicknames. My full name is Trace Zachary Lewis. I'm a male, I do own a penis. In case, you know, you were wondering. I am straight as it gets, but I'm not prejudice. I'm twenty-one. Eh, about all this 'cured or uncured' bullshit, I'm uncured... And sadly have no type of ability to do shit. That's all you need to know for now."[/blockquote]
so you're pretty good looking. explain yourself?[/font]
"I get this all the time, I know I look like Ash Stymest. I am straight, but I must say he is one hot piece of ass. I have brown-ish black hair I usually style crazy, just cause I can, ya know. My eyes are blue and I have pale skin. I never tan, sadly. Uh, I'm about 6'2" and I weigh about 155 pounds or so. Haven't been on a scale recently. You want me to throw in my shoe size, ear length, and all that jazz? 'Cause ya know, you're asking a lot of questions. Oh shit bro, I have a lot of tattoos. I have about nine. Half of them I don't even remembering getting. But some do have sentimental value. If you wanna know what they mean, just ask me.. Clothes wise, I'm not picky at all. I'll walk around in a dress and heels if you want me to. I'll throw on whatever I can find really. I do like tank tops and just regular jeans. Yep. That's pretty much me. "[/blockquote]
so tell me about yourself? got anything interesting up your sleeve?
"Let's just say overall, I'm pretty weird. I have tons of quirks and pet peeves and I about love everything. Let's see I am in love with spiders. I have a tarantula named Barbwire. Barbwire the II. Barbwire number one died.... Anyways. I also like candy. I eat all the time. It's unbeliavable. And you'll also see me with a cigarette in my mouth. I love those. And I love to take showers. I like poetry, booze, romantic comedies, midnight walks. OH! Cuddling, for sure. Hmm, what else do I like? Uh, I guess I like tattoos. I have tons of them. One of my goals is to get both my arms filled with tattoos. Like a sleeve. Some things I dislike is homophobes, strong smelling cologne, pot heads, and I hate any man who beats his woman, and drama. I'm an extremely friendly person and loyal to my friends, so if I hear that I'm coming after you. I also dislike being walked all over, racism, and anyone who hurts my friends or family. Onto habits. Oh god, I have never-ending habits. I am always searching for spiders. And I take showers maybe five times a day. It relieves my stress. And I'm a neat freak... Um, I also bite on my hang nails a lot and run my hands through my hair. I guess some strengths are I'm a really good friend, I'm good at hiding my emotions, and I'm really laid-back. For weaknesses, I could say I'm a sucker for candy once again, a sucker for a sweet girl, and I let myself get close to people far too quickly. As for fears, I'm not really scared of much. I'm kind of scared of mascots. Especially Chuckee Cheese *shudders*. And I'm scared of prostitutes and of dying. As for the rest of my goals I hope to graduate college with a degree and just enjoy life in general. And my last word to you is I love candy. "
so i heard you had a rocky past? is that true?
"First off I was not born in America. I am not American. I was born in the Netherlands and came to America when I was about fourteen. I lived in Leuuwarden, Holland with my mom, dad, and my two little siblings. My mom, Layda (48 now), made us all become homeschooled so I didn't get the full school experience until high school. She made sure we learned English and Dutch. I don't really speak Dutch in front of a lot of people, so don't ask. I do still have my accent though, it's kind of weird after all these years. It's still there. My dad, Neil (52 now), actually worked at the public school in my town. I barely had friends growing up. I just talked to my sister Chase who is seventee now and my brother, Jeremy who is fifteen. I'm the oldest by the way. I did join the swim team when I was eleven. I didn't make many friends, because my social skills were horrid. My mom decided Holland was boring and America offered much more so we moved when I was about thirteen like I said. We had made a deal once we hit America we could do whatever we please. I had made so many deals with my mother it wasn't funny. I asked her to stop openly and loudly having sex with my father, which was disturbing. And for her to let us go to public school.
She actually let me and my siblings attend public school, and she just kind of stopped teaching us and started going to school to be a dentist. My dad got a job as a high school teacher where I was going. It was so weird being in highschool. But I did have some good times. I had a lot of friends finally. I had joined the swim team and I also did diving too. I played a little football here and there. I'm not athletic, but that stuff is fun. It was kind cool because through my years I was actually getting some female attention. I was never used to. But lucckily... I had a girlfriend, Farah, who I fell in love with. We got together is freshman year and ended in junior. She was my first everything. My first kiss, my first girlfriend. Farah stole my heart and basically my virginity. She kind of started dating this guy behind my back and she changed completely. Farah was no longer the sweet girl I knew, but a bitchy, moody, wannabe Mean Girl or something. I broke up with her and I cried all the tears I could. We were in Michigan at the time.
My dad got offered a nice job as a profesor at the college so we moved to Colorado. That was where I first discovered all this talk about this shitty doo-hicky that can cure others. My father would come home with news about it everyday. They were going on and on about how it cured just about everything. I thought it was bullshit, so I've refused to even go check it out. Some weird shit was happening though, so I knew for sure that something wasn't right. My friends began disappearing and I don't know...it was just weird. I had one friend who actually explained. There was something wrong with her. She could manipulate people's minds or something. Like, the 'Cure' gave her a gift. Sadly, she went missing a week after she told me. Apparently others aren't allowed to know. Oh well. More and more people have been going missing so my parents decided it was time to move. So here we are in this shitty place. Ahaha, I'm just kidding. It's not shitty. But it is for sure more empty than before. Umm. Well yeah. Moved out of my parents house and I'm a free man. Yeaaah bitches. Peace out, holmes. Haha. "
hi roleplayer! how about your introduce yourself?
"Heeeyyyyyyy. I'm Circe <3 Pleased to meet you. This site is amazing, btw. Well, I've been roleplaying for about four or five years. Lost count, honestly. Ummmm. I'm fourteen years old, but I turn fifteen in March. YAY xD Anyways. Uh. I'm female, if you haven't guessed. I don't have any other characters and the password is chocolate bunnies. Kbye, sexy."
RP EXAMPLE:
[/blockquote]Change is a phenomenal part of life. Keith knew he had completely rearranged how he acted towards people and towards himself. He had changed in both good and bad ways. Keith used to be the immature douchebag who would set a bag of flaming dog shit on your door step or date you just to say he had. Keith didn't care for anybody, not even for himself. So he wrecked his body and he wrecked all the relationships he had with people around him. He swore he would never regret anything he did, but those were some of the things he wished he could take back. He had been bad off even before the accident with his family, but after the whole incident he was even more fucked up than before. Keith was just letting the money they had gotten get to him and when the car crash happened it was kind of a slight wake up call. But not enough of a wake call to make him stop. He actually became worse. Keith was from then on an emotionless walking zombie. Who fed off of everybody elses emotions just for the fun of it. Keith didn't care after that. And now that his mind was cleared up, he had no idea what he was thinking when he was into fucking with everybodies mind. He used to be such a manipulative person. Now he was just so quiet and laid back it was surprising.
Getting over the fact that his family was dead took a long time. The reality finally hit him when he his feelings started to grow for Owen. His obsession with Cierra was so much different. It was no where near any type of love or affection. It was just a need to have her and be around her. With Owen, it was so much different. Owen had tampered into emotions he had never thought he could feel again. So if just confused him and made him pretty stressed out and pissed. He was over thinking everything and so confused. Keith had also let thoughts he had suppressed so deep in his mind that had led him into the reality of how his life really was hit him. He was just a sad little prick who did meth, was in love with a slut, treated his remaining family like they never existed, and was just realizing he was gaining feelings for his gay friend. Who was now his boyfriend. Which was also pretty surprising. He still didn't understand why Owen still stuck around. Keith was a mess. Owen was just far too patient and nice with him. Keith was suspecting everyday that Owen would just act to end their little relationship.
They had been in hiding about their relationship for over a year. And he knew Owen's previous boyfriend had been the same way. So Keith was just terrified of the thought that Owen would find Keith to be just another let down. But Owen just stuck around and they were just doing wonderfully. Keith was still very on edge. He still had that creeping feeling Owen would just get bored and leave. Keith wasn't anything special. Just any other whiny, bipolar, suicidal wannabe. Who complained far too much and had so much many problems it could fill a book. Keith knew things were at their best. But every good thing had to come to an end. And he was wondering when that would hit. That horrible tidal wave to just hit and knock Keith and Owen apart. So much was just piling in his mind. All negative thoughts. Why couldn't anything ever be easy? Then life would just be boring.
Keith slightly used the excuse of his extreme hunger to close the itching feeling of guilt as he hid his little secret from Owen. Stuffing his face with food would just keep him quiet and less suspicious. Keith let out another loud belch, continuing to pat his flat stomach. He looked at Owen and rolled his eyes playfully."Does everything have to be sexual with you. You disgust me. Humph." Keith turned his face away dramatically trying not to laugh. Another habit when he was around Owen, he could never hold a straight face. Not even with a serious conversation. Keith had always been that way. That was probably the only thing that stayed with him. His corny, fucked up sense of humor and his never being able to stop smiling in awkward situations. Whenever things got uncomfortable he would have to crack a joke to try and lighten the air around them. Either it would work or just go crashing down. With Owen he naturally was always bubbly and smiling, unless of course he was just in his usual diva moods. Which Owen always knew how to fix. Keith didn't know what he would do if he had never had Owen. He'd probably just live a life of misery.
Keith literally bursted out in laughing at Owen's "logic" of his previous statement. He shook his head. Owen and Keith always had the oddest conversations. They had no boundaries with anything. They were both freaks of nature. Keith gave him a look of disbelief when he stopped talking."You just love to make things difficult. And babe, I could easily deprive you of sex." He knew that was a lie. Both Owen and Keith were somewhat of sex addicts. There was barely a moment where they were going at it. At that moment they were just eating. He knew as soon as they were done they would probably be all over each other. It was kind of just how they were. Keith thought sex with girls was so much more pleasurable, but nothing could match to the wonderful feelings Owen gave his body. Keith tried to shake those thoughts out of his mind before he had a huge boner out of no where. Which would probably just amuse Owen and he would get a good laugh out of it. And then he'd probably jump Keith's bones. Keith was about to literally slap himself before he just let his fantasies get the best of him. He stuck his tongue out at Owen just to be childish.
Keith smiled to himself at the reaction Owen had to his touch. He continued to run his fingertips over his skin. Keith almost forgot what they were talking about for a second until Owen spoke. Oh fuck. Yeah, Ryland. Keith never thought Ryland could cry ever. She was so strong, it was weird seeing her so small and vulnerable. Ryland never showed much emotion either. Anger, lust, or amusement. Keith only saw those three emotions on her. Nothing else. It was just weird to see her break down like that. He could not get the look on her face out of his head. It was like a never ending video playing in his mind. Keith was kind of scared to see her again, but he knew she would pop up sooner or later. Keith was also afraid she'd try to make a move on him. Keith was committed to Owen fully, but he was always curious what it would be like to hook up with Ryland. So if she caught him at the right moment he knew she could get him. Ryland knew it would hurt Owen, but Ryland was in her careless moods over the past few months. Keith was just worried for her.
Keith sighed, thinking over Owen's words. He would never wish those kinds of feelings Ryland was going through to anybody. She was just a wreck. Getting sloppy drunk. She was just due to get arrested or something. Keith glanced over at his window, staring at his white blinds."You should try having a heart to heart with her something. You're good with all that mushy shit." Keith nudged Owen, smiling widely. And he was telling the truth. Owen always knew the right thing to say in bad situations. He always made things better when it seemed it would never be good again. Ryland just needed a little of some Owen speeching and ranting then she'll be declared a happy woman again. Hopefully.
Yeah, Keith was never good with revealing anything to anybody. He always had to make it awkward. At that moment he was just stuttering like an idiot. He was just so unsure of how to even start or what to say. So he just sputtered out nonsense. Keith smiled slightly when he felt Owen's hand intertwine with his. Then he felt Owen's body turn onto his stomach and lean against his own body. Keith didn't want to look at Owen, but he did. He had a huge look of guilt on his face. Keith's eyes widened when he said meth. He tried to run over his night. There had been a lot of drugs, but thankfully not meth. He could not get into that shit again."No. Just a lot of shit that is not legal at all." Keith leaned his head back onto his pillow letting out a loud and frustrated groan. Keith looked up at Owen again when he began to speak. He was relieved he wasn't mad. Keith sighed. Hopefully Owen would mess up himself and do something bad like Keith did. Owen had a lot of self control. Which he admired.
Keith smiled at Owen when he nuzzled his head into his stomach. Owen's soft lips touched the sensitive skin on his stomach and his whole body quivered with happiness. The look in Owen eyes when he looked back at Keith sent him wild. Keith leaned his head back on the pillow, biting his lip slightly. Owen was too much of a tease. Keith ran his hands through Owen's soft hair."Ah fuck it, come here." Keith sat up and pressed his lips against Owen, showing him how bad he wanted him. Keith pulled Owen back, by gripping onto his shirt so Owen was hovering above him. Keith moved against from his lips, kissing down his neck nibbling on his skin giving him little love bites. Keith pressed his hips closer to Owen's, showing him how much he was really enjoying this. He laughed to himself. Finding himself attached to Owen's lips again. See, anything set those two off.
