Post by gabe on Jan 3, 2010 18:00:34 GMT -5
LEVI COREY UNDERWOOD.
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* FEELS JUST LIKE WE'RE LOSING CONTROL.
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TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF.
"i'm levi. i work here. i'm a nurse, one of the best. i've always wanted to be helping people, i really have. since i was a kid, i knew i'd either become a doctor or a nurse. i worked hard for this, and i'm proud to say i love my work. working for people who need help is gratifying; not a day goes by where i don't thank god for the chance he's given me. i was born in canada in nineteen eighty six. if you can believe that. i don't look twenty-four, i know. i look older, but hey, it's kind of sexy, don't you think? am i bragging? no, really, tell me. is this bragging? cuz i'd hate to do that. it's so stupid, i think. i won't say i'm humble, either, because, let's face it, i'm not. i'm in the middle. right? anyway, back to my background. i grew up in vancouver; my mom worked there, in a big law firm. she divorced my dad when i was four - they're still on good terms, don't worry. it's not one of those typical daddy's-a-drunk-mom's-a-punching-bag kind of divorce. they're friends. my dad moved back to the usa, in michigan. i'd spend the holidays and summers with him. it was nice, just the two of us, you know. i miss him. he died of respiratory failure in '05. oh, well. life carries on. oh, you're asking where i studied? i went to yale. yep. pretty cool, huh? i originally wanted to study the law, but one of my teachers told me i'd be better off in medical school. what the hell, i thought. he might be right. and turned out he was. i loved it there. so many things to learn, so many ways to help people―
i'm sorry? oh, this. it's in my file, too? well, shit. i thought they'd leave it out. um, well, i guess you could say nobody's perfect. when did it start? hm, let's see.
the first one was ashley. oh, she was sexy. the kind of patient you wonder what they're in an asylum for. she was bipolar, i think. anyway. i got her in her cell, one night. my god, was it good. she couldn't scream -i'd gagged her, of course-, that made the pleasure last less, but fuck, she was great. i did her a couple of times; until they made her a level four. after her, there were... a lot. i don't remember all their names... no, wait. i fucking do. a rapist never forgets his victims' names. ashley -i told you about her-, sam, charlotte, jennifer, sarah, another samantha, paige, laurie―what? come on. don't look so disgusted. they enjoy it, you know. anyway.
i got caught raping one of my patients, once, though; and since i've threatened the doctors to go tell everyone about these little experiments of their own if they told the police, they locked me here.they said to my then-girlfriend i had an emotional disorder - in other words, that i was too fucked up to leave. but it's nice, here. i get to fuck people whenever i want. and if i get caught, i usually get a beating. which isn't so bad compared to twenty-five to life in a state prison, let me tell you. and most of the time, the guys beating me up are as guilty as i am, so they don't hurt me too much.
you wanna know where this obsession for rape comes from? well, i think it's from my childhood. i told you my parents were divorced, right? well, mom remarried. and one night, when i was eight, i witnessed her getting raped by my steve, the step-father, and his friends. yeah, it was their weekly poker night - they'd had one drink too many, and mom was the only girl. she didn't leave him - so i guess that's why i've always thought it was okay, you know. after that, when i got older and started to think about sex, nothing would turn me on except this exact memory. hey, don't look at me like that. you wanted to know more about me."
TELL US ABOUT YOUR MEDICAL HISTORY.
[/size][/font]"i'm a sexual addict. well, a rape addict. you know. for me, it's the same thing. rape = sex. i don't know why people are freaking out over this. come on, people. it's natural. well, for me, anyway, it is. KSO, LEX, THE 300+ WORD LIMIT IS KILLING ME. D: I WROTE SIX HUNDRED AND SOMETHING WORDS FOR THE FIRST THINGY, CAN IT COUNT FOR THIS? (:"
HOW CAN WE ACCOMODATE YOU BETTER?
[/size][/font]"i hate, i absolutely hate it when i have to share patients. like, seriously. two nurses can't have to same fucking patients, alright? they're mine. m-i-n-e. especially the girls, and you know why. how do i act with my patients? well, i love them. even the boys. i mean, it doesn't mean i'm a rapist that i'm an anti-social jerk. i'm nice. people tend to trust me easily. that's a good thing, you know. i'm here to help these people feel better. i'm like a normal human being. except for my hobbies. but hey, that doesn't matter. no one cares, here. i'm not the only to do it, anyway.
i like to hike. really. me and dad used to climb mountains, or just go take a walk in the nearest forest we could find. i like to read, too. classics like jane eyre, emma and the count of monte cristo. what? they're good books. i cook, too. that is, when i find the time to do it, here. can't get out, remember? i'm stuck here until i either turn myself in or die. lovely options. so yeah, sometimes i'll ask someone to buy me some stuff, and i'll cook myself a meal. i give some to my best patients, sometimes. see? i'm a good nurse.
if i could get out of here, the first thing i'd do would probably get ice cream. no joke. i miss the numbing in your tongue when the it melts in your mouth. my mother used to give strawberry-flavored ice cream all the time. when i came home from school, it's the first thing i'd get. let's see... well, it's obvious i love sex. duh. aha. okay. um, also, i like... i don't know, movies? yeah, i do. hey, so that's basically it. i'm probably forgetting something.
oh, wait. i did. fuck. i kinda sorta don't like pain. you know. being in pain isn't nice. um, i'm deadly afraid of clowns. but don't tell anyone. hm."
TELL US ABOUT YOUR PAST.
[/size][/font]"okay, so i told you a little about my family, right? i was born in vancouver; my dad met my mom there, and they fell in love instantly. well, that's how i like to picture it. mom's canadian, and she was still studying to become a lawyer, so they decided to settle in vancouver instead of going to michigan, where my dad's from. i was raised by loving parents; since i have no brothers and sisters, i was their whole world for a while. then my dad started to say he'd like to move back to the usa. mom was a lawyer, now, but she didn't want to follow. so, when i was four, they divorced. it was decided that i'd stay with mom and live with my dad in the summer, spring break and christmas holidays. it went well for the next four years. that was when mommy met steve.
steve. i can't believe she fell in love with that guy. a truly pathetic, idiotic son of a bitch. like, really. i could see it - and i didn't even know the insult son of a bitch, yet. he was a drinker. he constantly cheated on her. still does, i think. but i don't care, anymore. anyway. he never liked me, i never liked him. wonderful, i know. they'd been dating for two months when the gang rape happened. i had been spying on them for a while - i'd wanted to learn poker. i was too young to know it wasn't right, what they were doing to her - to me, they were just making love, um, loudly and rather violently. but hey, i never told anyone about it, so no one fixed me. and here i am, now, fucked up as ever. it's his fault, not mine, that i'm raping all these girls. it's not my fault i can't have sex when the other one consents. it's just not fun, then. BUT ANYWAY, back to my family. the fact my mom never left him didn't help, either. it was like nothing had happened.
i carried this confusing souvenir in the back of my head for years before i eventually started to think about it. it became the only way for me to beat off. i tried magazines, it didn't work. i had to either picture my mom getting raped or imagine the girls on paper being forced, too. i did it for real at sixteen. she was a depressed mute in my history class. i raped her in the boys' bathroom, and made her promise not to tell anyone. i mean, it's not like she could tell anyone, anyway. i didn't know about the shame most victims feel after the rape; thinking it's their fault, and shit. i was surprised she didn't actually speak to anyone about it, but eventually it made me want to do her, again. i mean, i was sure i'd never be discovered. i'm gonna stop, now, cuz you look like you're gonna throw up. c'mon, now. it's surely not the worst thing you've heard, right here, in this interview room.
i went to college; i didn't fuck much girls that year. i was too busy studying, believe it or not. after that, i went to yale, first to become a lawyer, then to become a nurse. not much sex during these years, either. i had one girlfriend, but it was to appear normal. we fucked a lot, but it wasn't as great as, say, the mute in my high school years. whatever. i got my diploma and got hired here, in michigan. i know, right? what the fuck am i doing in michigan, when i should be working in vancouver? well, since i'm american, legally, i moved back to michigan, in my dad's house, when he died."
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE?
[/size][/font]"nope. gotta go. bye bye."
THE MASTERMIND BEHIND IT ALL.
[/size][/font]hey, my name is MATTIEE[/color] i have 15[/color] tracks spinning on my record. this is my FIRST[/color] character. i have been roleplaying for ABOUT THREE YEAARS[/color]. the password is silicone, saline, poison inject me[/color].[/font][/size]
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YOU KNOW I LURVE YOU. :3
