Post by MASON ISAIAH CHARLENS. on Jan 10, 2010 13:34:59 GMT -5
MASON ISAIAH CHARLENS.
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* FEELS JUST LIKE WE'RE LOSING CONTROL.
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TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF.
"i’m mason. i smoke. i don’t care. that’s all there is to know. .. oh, fuck you. as if you really give a damn about you i am. you just want to know as much as you can about so that you can control me. but baby, that’s not going to happen, trust me. you’re not going to know anything about me that i don’t want you to know. i won’t let you. i’m smarter than i look really. but now, let’s go on so we can both go back to our lives. even though i doubt you even have one, but whatever. i’m mason isaiah charlens. no mister charlens, no masey, no izzi, no charlens. it’s fucking mason. got it? i think that was clear enough, bitch, so don’t forget it. if i catch you or anybody else calling me anything else but mason, i’ll bite their head off. literally. and i don’t give a fuck what you think, thank you very much. i’m eighteen years old. yes, fucking eighteen. i wish i lived in canada. at least, there, i could drink and smoke without it being illegal, for fuck’s sake. but no, i have to live in stupid states. damn. this country is fucking stupid. stupidest country in the world. but whatever, it doesn’t stop me from living so they can all go fuck themselves. .. i like girls. and boys. i’m bisexual. keep your jokes to yourself, bitch. thanks. and that’s it. end of story."
TELL US ABOUT YOUR MEDICAL HISTORY.
[/size][/font]"i had asthma when i was younger. from like, when i was five years old to ten years old. it vanished then. thank god. asthma feels awful. i started smoking when i was fifteen years old. it didn’t quite surprise my parents when i did. my father and my mother both smoked. i basically lived my whole life in cigarette smoke and i ended up trying it when my friend offered me one. and from then on, i never stopped. it increased with time. my parents never seemed to care if i smoked a cigarette per day or a packet per day. they didn’t give a fuck. and i didn’t either. i was diagnosed with lung cancer last year. i guess secondary smoke hadn’t help either, but, of course, it wasn’t my parents fault at all. it was al mine. there was no way they’d ever accept the fact that it might have been their fault. i just like smoking. that’s all. i don’t even know why i’m in an asylum. i have absolutely no reasons to be here. i should just be in a normal hospital, right now, with normal people. not all those crazy ones who are all completely insane. the doctors think there is a reason behind my constant smoking. there is fucking nothing behind it. i just like it. and i don’t give a fuck if it makes me die. life isn’t really worth living it right now. no, i’m not fucking suicidal. i just don’t feel like trying. i’m rather lazy, yeah. so fuck it. end of story, thank you very much."
HOW CAN WE ACCOMODATE YOU BETTER?
[/size][/font]"let me smoke. that’s all i ask. i don’t give a damn about anything else really. put in a box or any fucking thing and i’ll be able to live if you give me a packet of cigarettes per day. that’s all. seriously. but well, i guess there are a few other things i like too. i like sex, like every boy of my age, really. but too much is like not enough. so y’know. i don’t mind what you got. i’m bisexual. said it earlier. end of story. i like too drink too. not to the point of not being able to walk. but vodka here and there, once in a while, is pretty fun too. but of course, i know you’re not going to offer me any of that. yeah, i’m actually smart, bitch. watch out. but whatever, i’m just going to go get it myself. no problem with that. i like relaxed people. people who are always nervous and scared and whatever just annoy the crap out of me. for fuck’s sake, can’t they ever calm down? no, it’s like fucking impossible for them. i hate people who need everything to be perfect, the way they want it. nothing’s ever going to be perfect in this goddamned world so don’t even fucking try, idiot. i mean really, it’s just too much. i like people who aren’t bitches or assholes, like you. i don’t really like dealing with them but then if i don’t deal with them, i feel like i’m being walked all over. i hate that too. so i prefer not having to meet them. end of."
TELL US ABOUT YOUR PAST.
[/size][/font]"i was born in this ugly small town somewhere in ohio. no, i don’t remember it’s name so don’t ask. thank you very much. i lived with my parents until last year. until i was diagnosed with lung cancer. idiots kicked me out of their house because i was sick. does that even make sense? hell no. so i lived with my friend until i was transfered here. my mother was a dancer. but since her carreer wasn’t doing too good, she started sleeping around with men for money. and, of course, my father didn’t know. my mom was rather smart. she took all the decisions. he just followed. my mother’s name is clarissa veronique st pierre. she should be around thirty-nine now. i don’t know. i don’t give a fuck about them since they kicked me out. my father’s name is vincent aaron charlens. he should be like.. forty or forty-one now. he’s a lawyer. or some boring job like that. and even though he makes plenty of money, he doesn’t want to give my mother any. so that’s why she does what she does. i’m pretty sure that, even if my father knew, i’m pretty sure he wouldn’t really mind, to be honest. i’m pretty sure he would just make sure she stays his wife. i don’t understand why she doesn’t leave him. he doesn’t deserve to have this kind of woman standing next to him. but whatever, they’re not my problem anymore so they can fuck themselves. they kicked me out, so why should i even care about them? they’re dead to me."
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE?
[/size][/font]"no. i don’t feel like adding anything else. this was long enough. bye."
THE MASTERMIND BEHIND IT ALL.
[/size][/font]hey, my name is ANNIE.[/color] i have FIFTEEN[/color] tracks spinning on my record. this is my SECOND[/color] character. i have been roleplaying for THREE YEARS[/color]. the password is SILICONE AND SALINE, POISON INJECT ME.[/color].[/font][/size]
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LALALALA :3
