Post by blake on Jan 3, 2010 0:11:05 GMT -5
BLAKE ANDREW PANNONE.
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* FEELS JUST LIKE WE'RE LOSING CONTROL.
and if you let go, then i'll let go tonight.[/center]
TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF.
"Umm. Hi…So I’m Blake. Blake Andrew Pannone. There really isn’t anything special about me. My friends call me Blake or Blakey. I guess you can call me whatever you want. I’m sixteen years old. It feels like I should be forty or something. Well I was born on March eighth. There really isn’t anything special about my birth date. It’s not like on some cool holiday or anything. Obviously I’m a guy. I hope it really isn’t that difficult to tell. Right now I’m supposed to be in my junior year of high school, but instead I’m in this place. It doesn’t really bother me. I never really liked school. My grades were shitty. Can I say shitty at this place? I guess I shouldn’t care, should I? I’m completely into girls…and guys. Don’t judge me just for my life choices. I’ll love anyone that will love me. It doesn’t matter what their sex is. Some people from my high school used to say that I look like this dude name Christofer Drew. Appearance wise I’m not special. Just kidding! I have tattoos! Isn’t that exciting? I have a bunch of them all over my body. I love my tattoos. They make me feel special…Yeah so there isn’t much to say. I’m exactly six feet tall. I have no idea how much I weigh. The doctors never really told me. My hair is sort of a brownish color. In the sun it looks like it has a bit of blonde and sometimes even red in it. My eyes are just brown and boring. I think that’s about it."
TELL US ABOUT YOUR MEDICAL HISTORY.
[/size][/font]"Well the reason that I’m in this place is because I have separation anxiety disorder. My separation anxiety became a disorder when I couldn’t be separated from my mother or house without being distracted the entire day. It started a year ago. At first it wasn’t anything major. I was just a bit jumpier when I wasn’t at home. My grades were still fairly good then. I had no problem going out and hanging out with my friends. Then it slowly got a bit worse. I got my first girlfriend. Sounds exciting, right? Yeah not so much. I guess you could say that I became a bit too attached to her. She kind of thought that I was a creeper or something like that. When she dumped me, that’s when my mom started taking me to a psychiatrist. I was constantly calling my ex and freaking out just because I couldn’t see her. I couldn’t focus on school and even stopped sleeping. After about a month I thought that I was getting a bit better, but really my focus was now more on my mom and the house. I couldn’t leave the house for more than two or three hours at a time and I had to call my mom every half hour just to make sure she was okay and that she would be coming home that night. I wouldn’t let my mom go on dates or do anything after work. I didn’t want anyone taking her away from me. My mom got so annoyed with my attachment that she sent me here. I think it’s funny in a cruel way. Since I’m too attached to her, she’s going to take me away from her, my house, and everything I’m attached to. Like that’s going to solve anything. Sounds like a pretty fucking bad idea to me. Ever since I got here, I’ve developed night terrors. I can’t remember what they’re ever about, but I know that they are because of my separation anxiety. I never had them when I was safe at my own house. They only occur once or twice a week and never last more than five minutes. This place is supposed to help me, but instead it’s given me a whole new problem. Awesome."
HOW CAN WE ACCOMODATE YOU BETTER?
[/size][/font]"I’m addicted to cigarettes and I don’t mind it. I like cigarettes and I don’t want to give them up. Sometimes they help my separation anxiety. I love music. I’m really good at playing guitar. I like singing, but I don’t know if other people think that I’m good at it. It’s a matter of opinion. Just like everyone else in the world I love comedians. The first thing I did with my fake idea was go to a George Lopez show. My girlfriend and I drove five hours just to go see him perform. This isn’t something I should admit, but I do a lot of pot. I’m glad it isn’t addictive because I would be in hell right now. I’ve been a vegan ever since I was thirteen. The idea of someone killing an animal is terrible. That’s the reason I can’t stand guns. So I guess it’s obvious that I love animals. I’m kind of a modern day hippie I guess you could say. I love my mother. She’s the person that I’m most attached to. I like people. Well not like lots of people. Just like a couple of people at one time. I get along with people great, I just don’t like crowds. They make me nervous. The problem is that I get too attached to people that I like. That’s never a good thing. This asylum is the one thing I hate the most right now in my life. Really. How bad does it sound to be in an asylum? It just screams crazy. I hate wearing shoes. The only time I wear them is when I’m forced to. Like I said, I don’t really like crowds. I’m a really nervous person. In almost every situation I get nervous. The only time I’m not nervous is when I’m with someone that I’m attached to. There are a bunch of things that I’m afraid of. The only good thing about this place is that I don’t really have that much to be afraid of. The thing I’m most afraid of is losing someone that I’m attached to. Well that and being separated from someone I’m attached to. So I guess you could say that I’m a friendly person if there’s only like five people around me. When I become friends with someone I’m a great friend. I just become a bit too clingy and it drives some people a bit crazy…well more crazy then they already are in this place."
TELL US ABOUT YOUR PAST.
[/size][/font]"I was born sixteen years ago in a small town in Minnesota. Life was really boring there. Nothing really happened in my town. I had to drive hours just to see a band that I liked play. My childhood was actually pretty normal. My dad died before he even knew that my mother was pregnant. It never really affected me just because I never had a chance to get to know him. So I guess you could say that I’m a bit of a mama’s boy. All my life it was just the two of us. We always had enough money to live a comfortable life because my mom came from a rich family. My mom worked as a doctor at the local hospital and spent a lot of time at work. As a kid it didn’t really have much of an affect of me. Granted that’s when I became a bit clingier then most kids. Whenever she wasn’t at work, I was inseparable from her. All my life she has been my best friend. Sounds sad, I know, but it was always just the two of us. I was never really that great at school. My grades were average ever since middle school. I never had problems making and keeping friends. I was never one of those super popular guys since I only had real friends. My life got a bit more difficult in high school. My mom started dating and spent most of her time working. I suddenly had a lot of freedom which wasn’t a good thing for me. I started smoking, drinking, and doing pot. My grades went from being average to barely even passing my classes. I had to take summer school after each year just so that I could move on to the next grade. It was sophomore year that I started to develop my disorder. I already got into all of that before. My mom and psychiatrist both decided that it would be best for me to be around constant help. Later I learned that my mom wanted to remarry and couldn’t if I was being so clingy. So that’s how I ended up here."
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE?
[/size][/font]"Not really. I don't want to be here, but I actually do want to get better. If that's ever going to be possible."
THE MASTERMIND BEHIND IT ALL.
[/size][/font]hey, my name is DAISY.[/color] i have SEVENTEEN[/color] tracks spinning on my record. this is my FIRST[/color] character. i have been roleplaying for FOUR YEARS[/color]. the password is SILICONE AND SALINE POISON, INJECT ME[/color].[/font][/size]
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Archer never liked preparing things a day before they were going to be eaten, but for these it was necessary. They held together perfectly after twelve hours in the oven. Archer used his best friends as guinea pigs for whenever he attempted a new food. They were the only people that would be completely honest with him. His parents always tried to sugar coat it, and his brothers just made fun of him for making such girly desserts. If he didn’t have his best friends, Archer had no idea where he’d be at that point. Most likely he wouldn’t have his job. Tonight he was taking the petits fours over to Nora and Saff’s flat. Originally it was going to be the four of them, but Archer had talked the other two into going to a restaurant as a present from him. At this point he was willing to buy their meals just to have them admit they’re feelings to each other. Granted that wasn’t the only reason that he wanted them away, and it wasn’t the reason that they had agreed to the meal. To be honest, Archer wanted to spend time with Saffron without the other two. When they were around things became much more awkward then when it was just the two of them. They wanted to solve the problem which just led to things becoming slightly awkward. Archer was amused by the fact that the roles had reversed so many years later. Granted he had never thought that it was possible, but he couldn’t help how he felt.
At seven at night, Archer abruptly woke to the sound of his alarm clock buzzing obnoxiously at him. His hand slammed down on the off button clumsily, and the alarm clock ended upside down on the carpet of his flat. Archer stepped over the alarm clock, not bothering to put it back on the bedside table. Forty minutes later he was showered and wrapped in layers of clothes. As much as he loved England, Archer hated the cold. It was completely miserable for him. Grabbing the Tupperware full of petits fours, he headed out of his flat and into the unwelcoming cold snow. Nora and Saff’s flat were only three blocks away which took him ten minutes easily. The thing that he hadn’t accounted into his planning was the fact that there was snow on the ground and unhappy people on the sidewalk. Archer was supposed to get to the apartment at eight, but instead he arrived nearly ten minutes late. It didn’t really matter much since Archer was often times late, especially on his partying nights. Sometimes he didn’t even show up. This was a bit of an accomplishment for him, especially since it was a Saturday night and he could have been out partying. When he arrived at the flat, he didn’t even knock as he allowed himself inside. He never needed an invitation to come into the flat. ”Are you aware that it was freezing outside?” He asked, stating the obvious. The warmth of the flat was comforting as he pulled off his jacket that had become damp from the melted snowflakes. Without wasting anytime, he went into the kitchen and put a kettle of tea on the stove and set the desserts next to the refrigerator. Archer knew his way around the kitchen just as well as he knew his own. Whenever the four of them hung out he was the one that prepared the food, and the flat was their usual hangout.
At seven at night, Archer abruptly woke to the sound of his alarm clock buzzing obnoxiously at him. His hand slammed down on the off button clumsily, and the alarm clock ended upside down on the carpet of his flat. Archer stepped over the alarm clock, not bothering to put it back on the bedside table. Forty minutes later he was showered and wrapped in layers of clothes. As much as he loved England, Archer hated the cold. It was completely miserable for him. Grabbing the Tupperware full of petits fours, he headed out of his flat and into the unwelcoming cold snow. Nora and Saff’s flat were only three blocks away which took him ten minutes easily. The thing that he hadn’t accounted into his planning was the fact that there was snow on the ground and unhappy people on the sidewalk. Archer was supposed to get to the apartment at eight, but instead he arrived nearly ten minutes late. It didn’t really matter much since Archer was often times late, especially on his partying nights. Sometimes he didn’t even show up. This was a bit of an accomplishment for him, especially since it was a Saturday night and he could have been out partying. When he arrived at the flat, he didn’t even knock as he allowed himself inside. He never needed an invitation to come into the flat. ”Are you aware that it was freezing outside?” He asked, stating the obvious. The warmth of the flat was comforting as he pulled off his jacket that had become damp from the melted snowflakes. Without wasting anytime, he went into the kitchen and put a kettle of tea on the stove and set the desserts next to the refrigerator. Archer knew his way around the kitchen just as well as he knew his own. Whenever the four of them hung out he was the one that prepared the food, and the flat was their usual hangout.
