Post by CHASE SKYLAR HOLLAND on Feb 25, 2010 21:25:24 GMT -5
CHASE SKYLAR HOLLAND.
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* FEELS JUST LIKE WE'RE LOSING CONTROL.
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TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF.
"Uh, hi? I'm Chase Skylar Holland, but you can call me chase. Yep, just chase. I don't have any nicknames, because they tend to come from girls. Do you know how embarrassing it is to be called " chasie" infront of guys? No? well, i expected that as an answer, since your name probably isn't chase. Is it? Oh well, whatever. So, i know what you're thinking. " Woah, the kid has scene hair, is he bisexual? gay? oh come on, he has to be one of them!" well, kudos to you, person..I'm bisexual, and i'm deffinatly not afraid to let people know. If i think you're hot, believe me, i'll say it. Okay, i don't wanna come off as blunt..but it's true, i'm bisexual. I'm attracted to guys more, and i hardly ever date a girl. I mean it, i've never dated one. They seem weird to me. Right now. Enough about that. So, yeah. Speaking of my looks, since you think i look scene, i think you'd find this interesting. People say i look alot like lucas klein. really, now? I do not look like that sexy man! I mean, his eyes? freaking gorgeous! His hair looks so soft. Anyway, i am fifteen years old. I've only gone as far as highschool with my education, which was back in Baltimore, Maryland. I'm a male, obviously. wanna check? I was born December 24th, 1993. So, enough about me, okay?."
TELL US ABOUT YOUR MEDICAL HISTORY.
[/size][/font]"Well, for one, i have MAJOR freaking OCD. it's not even funny, i don't wanna hear your god damn " haaaa, he has ocd! lets knock something over and watch the kid spazz" it's just not freaking cool. If a single thing in a room is not right, correct, whatever you say, i will freak out. Not the little 'uhh' kind of thing, but i'll break down crying and screaming. Hey, i did say it was a major case of OCD, right?..right? well, yeah, it's major. I freak out even if there is a scratch on a car, or if my paper or whatever is ripped. Because of my OCD, if nothing is perfect, i, as said before, scream and might start crying. I also become violet...like..seriously violent. I'm sorry, i don't even know if i become violent, it's just like.." SPAZZ, RAGE!" i can't controll it. As i said, i don't even know when i become violent..it just suddenly happens. So, for the record, in case it happens...and i'm bloody sure it will...i'm sorry if i spazz and attack you. i truly am..
I also have these really bad panic attacks. I think i had my first one when i was seven, It was really, really, really, super bad. I don't even remember what it was about anymore, it's..weird, now that i look back on it, and alittle funny. Ha. So, i can't remember much, but i do know that i was with my friend, and he said something...and there i went, i couldn't breathe and i started crying, i thought i was dying. How funny would that have been? Dying at my friend's house. Oh well, i mean..i did have a pretty good life. Anyway, i could hear the blood pounding in my ears, and i could remember thinking..can i have a hug before i die, Dakotah? Please? But, come on, what a lame thought, but at the time, i was so young and i thought it would be a good way to go out. After that, it all went black and i thought i died. Y'know, untill i woke up in a hospital, and it was diagnosed i would have many more sever panic attacks.
Ah, my last medical condition, and the one i find the most hilarious. Apperently, i act like i'm a little kid! Well..okay, yeah, i guess i do, but i'm not all " mommy, mommy, where are my toys!"..anymore..But i guess it's just my mental capticy, or that i'm just mentally unstable. I start acting like this when i'm around things from my past, i've started to notice that. Well..you were just given a first hand look at my mental illnesses...ha, that's a funny looking word..But yeah, this is what's wrong with me, i know, i know, i'm not right. Also, apperently i start attacking people when i'm like this. Oh my god, so, apperently i'm a really violent kid? So what, get over it. I don't mean to hurt you, honestly, i really don't! like i said before...i don't even know i'm hurting you. I don't mean it, so..yeah, just..please, please don't hate me if i do actually end up hurting you! i don't mean too.. "
HOW CAN WE ACCOMODATE YOU BETTER?
[/size][/font]"Okay, so i'm actually a pretty sweet kid once you get to know me. I get told all the time by my mom, family, and other people that i'm probably one of the nicest kids you will ever meet. Though, when my mom said it, i would always think uh yeah, you're my mom..you're supposed to say that, But i guess when other people started to say it, that's about the time i started to believe it. Getting compliments was really nice back then, and i always remember i would get a super duper blush, and a small, embarrased smile. I was so lame back then, oh well, i mean, i'm pretty lame now, too. God, living in this place....Anyway, i really like compliments, so i guess, whenever i get one my ego will inflate. When my ego inflates, i dunno, i feel like i can do anything! Woooaahh, conceited much, Chase? oh, now i'm talking in thrid person. I tend to do that when i'm not really thinking, heh, sorry. So yeah, compliments are good. They equal a very happy, proud little me.
I always put people before me, it's sorta a big deal. Y'know, i was raised by a single mother, so that means i'm gonna be a good kid. People make me happy, so theres another thing i like. I tend to be a girls best friend because of the way i act when i'm not busy attacking people, or having a panic attack. Which...turns out to be only about an hour a day, when i'm not taking my medication. OH, my medication, theres another thing i like. It keeps me happy and under controll, And....i really like it when i'm not hurting someone. And..i'm pretty sure that person is pretty damn slap happy, too. I also freaking love ice cream with chocolate sauce on it. That right there, is the best damn thing in the world. I'd eat it all day if i could. Jeez! you wanna know more things i like? Movies, animals, popcorn, my family, mountain dew...though i'm not usually allowed to drink it. that stuff really wires a fifteen year old boy.
I'm also a good listener, i'm smart, and i'm a good shoulder to cry on. Also, don't put me around skittles or mountain dew. I'll go crazy..and nothing sharp, please. I find sharp stuff interesting, and keep it with me always. I wouldn't wanna cut someone. I also hate spiders and clowns..am i weird? if you say no, you're lying.."
TELL US ABOUT YOUR PAST.
[/size][/font]"I was born in Baltimore, Maryland, yep yep. My mother was a single mother, and she was really young when she had me. She was 15. But she loved me alot, and she was proud of me, even though i'm the epitome of accident. Her name is Elsie, incase you were wondering. My mom was really pretty, and she still is. Apperently, confirmed by my friends, she is a total ' MILF'..that's always awkward to hear. So, my mom was a freshman when she had me, and she went through school like anyone else would. She got good grades, and then she graduated and went to collage. I could tell she was trying to raise me the best she could, i honestly could tell...I feel bad for the whole thing, her getting pregnant. Not that i could have done anything to stop it. I always wonder what her life would be like without me, and i think this was the time when i started to gain my suicidal tendacies. My mom was suicidal too, because she had post-patrum depression..i don't know how to say it, so if i said that wrong, yeah, i'm sorry. But she went to therapy and got better, i think. i was so little when this was all going on.
Once my mom graduated college, she had all of her degrees, and became a vet. And a good one at that. She started to get money, and we got to move out of our apartment. I had alot of memories there, that's where i had my first cat. Her name was Amaya, i don't know where i got the name. It just sounded pretty. But i was happy to get out of the apartments, not many kids live in it, so i didn't have many friends there. We moved into this pretty big house, and i loved it. I met alot of people, and i got to get a dog, since they didn't allow dogs in the apartments. It was a big dog, a burmese mountain dog. Her name was Alyss, pronounced Alice. Alyss and Amaya..doesn't that just sound adorable to you? it did to me.
So, this is about the time i started to have problems. I had already my first panic attack, so i was just waiting for the day when i would get another one. One day, i was with my moms friend when i had a OCD moment, when her friend knocked a lamp over. I started to hypervenilate, and i fled from the room, and basically destroyed my room. It was also around this time when my mom realized that, whenever i was near her, i acted like a kid. We went to the doctors, but they didn't know what was going on. So, what did my mom do? She sent me here. I still love you, Mom, and i always will. I'm not mad.."
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE?
[/size][/font]"Make sure everything is perfect, and that if i start to spazz, no one's near me. Also, no skittles or mountain dew. Keep sharp things away from me..and that's about it. ."
THE MASTERMIND BEHIND IT ALL.
[/size][/font]hey, my name is ALEX!.[/color] i have 16[/color] tracks spinning on my record. this is my FIRST[/color] character. i have been roleplaying for 6 months![/color]. the password is SILICONE AND SALINE, POISON, INJECT ME.
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Poor little Dallas. He knew he shouldn't even be here, in..dirge, was it? He didn't know, nor did he even care, really. All he knew was he should still be alive. Alive..it was such a funny sounding word now..If someone would have told him that he had gotten high, and that he would have set the house on fire, he would tell them to stop smoking whatever the hell they were on, and focus on reality. But sadly, it did happen. He was so stupid, and well..high..but to set the house on fire? No, he shouldn't have been that dumb. Oh god, he could remember it clearly..how he had just sat back down on his bed, watching the flames spread before going back to sleep, a sleep that he never woke up from. He hated smoke now, because thats what had gotten to him. Thank god he didn't roast though..he couldn't imagine his parent's faces..Wait..did they die too? oh god..
Though, if they died, wouldn't he have gone to hell to spend forever? Scratch that, he was in hell. This place was as close to hell as it god..but it was also as close to heaven as it got. Life sucks. Wait, correction, life sucked. Uncle daldo had to remember he was dead now. Who called him uncle daldo, anyway? Oh right, he did. Sighing, he looked around his dorm sadly, missing his family more then ever. If they were still alive, what did they think of him? Did he have a funeral? Why did this happen? These were questions he needed answers too, and he needed them desperately.
Pushing himself off his bed, he looked down at his outfit. Black skinny jeans with a glamour kills tee, and a black hoodie. Yep, he was deffinatly ready to go somewhere. Shuffling slowly to the door, he slipped his shoes on, looking back at the dog who was sleeping soundly on his pillows. Dallas smiled and waved slowly at the dog. " Bye, Skylar", he whispered, before slipping out of the door.
Where was he going, exactly? God damn, he didn't know. All he knew was..he was going somewhere, wherever his feet carried him. As he walked down the sidewalk, he found his feet were taking him to the club. Really? Sighing, he pushed the club door open and walked in, not sure what to expect. Of course he knew there was gonna be drunk people, and deffinatly sluts trying to get an easy lay. Ew, sluts. He shuddered and remembered that girl he talked to on aim. Was he alittle too rough? Shaking his head, he figured he wasn't and looked around.
blue eyed blonde.
It was the girl he was just thinking about, and he pursed his lips, not sure what to do. Turn around and leave? Never! that was not the way Dallas rolled. Mumbling alittle, he pushed his way through the crowd, whom were booty bumping, shaking their bodies, and it just looked like a hot mess, to him. Stopping infront of the girl, he scanned his eyes over her. She was pretty, he'd give her that. .
Though, if they died, wouldn't he have gone to hell to spend forever? Scratch that, he was in hell. This place was as close to hell as it god..but it was also as close to heaven as it got. Life sucks. Wait, correction, life sucked. Uncle daldo had to remember he was dead now. Who called him uncle daldo, anyway? Oh right, he did. Sighing, he looked around his dorm sadly, missing his family more then ever. If they were still alive, what did they think of him? Did he have a funeral? Why did this happen? These were questions he needed answers too, and he needed them desperately.
Pushing himself off his bed, he looked down at his outfit. Black skinny jeans with a glamour kills tee, and a black hoodie. Yep, he was deffinatly ready to go somewhere. Shuffling slowly to the door, he slipped his shoes on, looking back at the dog who was sleeping soundly on his pillows. Dallas smiled and waved slowly at the dog. " Bye, Skylar", he whispered, before slipping out of the door.
Where was he going, exactly? God damn, he didn't know. All he knew was..he was going somewhere, wherever his feet carried him. As he walked down the sidewalk, he found his feet were taking him to the club. Really? Sighing, he pushed the club door open and walked in, not sure what to expect. Of course he knew there was gonna be drunk people, and deffinatly sluts trying to get an easy lay. Ew, sluts. He shuddered and remembered that girl he talked to on aim. Was he alittle too rough? Shaking his head, he figured he wasn't and looked around.
blue eyed blonde.
It was the girl he was just thinking about, and he pursed his lips, not sure what to do. Turn around and leave? Never! that was not the way Dallas rolled. Mumbling alittle, he pushed his way through the crowd, whom were booty bumping, shaking their bodies, and it just looked like a hot mess, to him. Stopping infront of the girl, he scanned his eyes over her. She was pretty, he'd give her that. .
