Post by forrestsmith on Feb 22, 2010 18:12:04 GMT -5
[/color][/center][/blockquote]FORREST RODGER SMITH
it started with a low light
" You point your finger at you, I'll point mine right back at me."
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they ripped me from my bed
[/b][/color] Forrest Rodger Smith
NICKNAMES: For
GENDER: male
AGE: 17
SEXUALITY: bisexual
YEAR: junior
CLIQUES: chalk pastel, finger paint, pencil
MAJORING IN: photography
FACE CLAIM: Christofer Drew Ingle
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my bloodtype, they left a
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[/b][/color] When I'm not taking photos or attending classes, you can be pretty sure to find me in front of a computer listening to music. I can't go very long without listening to something. I actually think there's a chance that I'm literally addicted to the stuff.
2. Speaking of addictions, I have a few more. Ever since I was 14, I've been smoking cig's. It's not exactly pretty, but some of the lovers find it sexy For the past couple of years I've been smoking the green too. I'm not exactly proud of it, but I don't hide it either. It's just who I am, take it or leave it.
3. I'm at this school because photography is one of my many passions. People tell me my photos are really good, but I don't really see anything special about them. But that's what they all say, isn't it? Whatever. I guess I can see that their good enough to get me into a school like this.
4. Yeah, I like to take photos, but that's not the only thing I like to do. Not to toot my own horn, but I'm pretty good at the whole music scene. I've been playing the guitar since I was 7 and I think I've got a nice set of chords to match. I've never gone anywhere with it, but I can see the possibility.
5. So a question I get a lot is if I'm gay or not. With my signing, I have a pretty high voice that, honestly, gets mistaken for female occasionally. And I'm not exactly the most manly looking either. I'm not gay, but I am bi.
6. I think there's a chance that I'm bipolar. I'm kind of all over the place a lot. One minute I'll be writing a song all serene like, the next I'm up chasing someone around like a chicken with its head cut off. You never know what I'll be doing next. Hell, I never know either.
7. I'm a totally open person, so if you feel like interrogating some one, hit me up. I actually enjoy answering questions, but only if you catch me on a good day. It's not really hard to tell when I'm not having one, but you never know. Hey, even ask me if it is a good day, if ya want.
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STRANGE IMPRESSION
in my head, you know that i was hoping
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whoa there, my name is Mae and i happen to be of the female species. i currently have 15 number of candles on my cake but i've got one year under my belt. i found this quirky site through random clicking and like the good little member i am, i know you want me to say peanut butter clarinets. by the way, you can contact me via PM or through twitter - skyblue_35. now i'll show you what i'm made of.
"Theon skipped along the bricks of the field in the middle of the big campus. Well, skipped wasn't exactly the right word for it. It was more like breaking everything he stepped on. The sound of each step breaking another piece motivated him to keep doing so. He looked around for an adult, hoping one would spot him. It'd give him a chance to size up the authority figures of this place and see how much pressure would make them snap. He always loved it when they snapped. Seeing none made him feel the need to stomp on even more bricks. Maybe if he made enough noise, one would eventually come out and yell at him. He smiled viciously at the thought.
He tottered on a brick, almost falling off, before jumping down from the small wall. He landed in few dead leaves scattered about. He wondered why they weren't covered by the snow. After a bit of investigating, he realized that the leaves were so close to the wall, that they had been piled up next to it, and when the wind blew, a few were scattered around at a time. He knew, eventually, that all of the leaves would soon be covered by winter's rain and be invisible to all that didn't know they were there in the first place. But he would know. He would always know.
He sighed out of boredom and looked around for something new to destroy. He spotted a large set of bleachers and started walking slowly towards them. He could see a gym class running around like lunatics. He liked sports, sure, but a gym class, really? He didn't exactly see the point. To Theon, a lot of things seemed pretty pointless. Especially things that involved a lot of people. He held back a shudder at the memory of gym classes in elementary school. He hadn't been in one since then, and he hoped this new school wouldn't make him take one.
He jumped up onto the bleachers and they shook under his weight. He shifted from foot to foot looking down at the metal planks and wondered how much weight they could take. He bounced up and down gently, watching them bounce, testing their strength. After a moment, he seemed satisfied by what he had discovered and started walking forward.
As he walked, he thought he heard music. He didn't stop because he wasn't really that curious, but he looked around, suspecting some sort of outdoor music class. He didn't see one. He continued walking, pretty much aimlessly. He heard the music again, but this time, there was less to it. It sounded like someone had been playing something and then had let it die out. Again, he didn't stop, but he had a better idea of where the sound came from this time, and he looked in that direction. He was finally able to zero in on its source. A young girl was perched in the middle of the bleachers clutching a guitar to her chest. He had no clue as to what she was doing, other than she must have been sitting out here playing.
"What an odd hobby." he thought to himself.
He thought about his options regarding the girl. He could either pass her by and pretend he never saw her, but that looked like it was no longer an option. She seemed to be staring directly at him. With a sigh he figured he could probably still pretend he didn't care, but there was something about the girl that intrigued him. She seemed so...so vulnerable. He smiled at the thought of having some fun playing with her. That's just what he needed, actually, at this new school: someone he could experiment on. What were the people like here, anyway?
He put on his best fake smile and walked closer to her. She seemed scared out of her mind, but Theon couldn't imagine why. He hoped she had some weird problem that would make this more fun for him. There was a good chance she was a freak if she went to this school. He tried not to think about how that made him equally a freak too.
As he neared her, he waved a friendly wave, hoping to come off as warm. He sat down a few rows behind her.
"Hi there," he said, smiling charmingly. "I'm new, and I'm looking for someone to help me find one of my classrooms." He pulled a crumpled sheet of paper out of his pocket. It was his class schedule that he didn't pay any mind to, which was obvious by the fact that he was skipping class right now. "I'm afraid this isn't very helpful." He gave a light laugh. "Do you think you could help me?" "
He tottered on a brick, almost falling off, before jumping down from the small wall. He landed in few dead leaves scattered about. He wondered why they weren't covered by the snow. After a bit of investigating, he realized that the leaves were so close to the wall, that they had been piled up next to it, and when the wind blew, a few were scattered around at a time. He knew, eventually, that all of the leaves would soon be covered by winter's rain and be invisible to all that didn't know they were there in the first place. But he would know. He would always know.
He sighed out of boredom and looked around for something new to destroy. He spotted a large set of bleachers and started walking slowly towards them. He could see a gym class running around like lunatics. He liked sports, sure, but a gym class, really? He didn't exactly see the point. To Theon, a lot of things seemed pretty pointless. Especially things that involved a lot of people. He held back a shudder at the memory of gym classes in elementary school. He hadn't been in one since then, and he hoped this new school wouldn't make him take one.
He jumped up onto the bleachers and they shook under his weight. He shifted from foot to foot looking down at the metal planks and wondered how much weight they could take. He bounced up and down gently, watching them bounce, testing their strength. After a moment, he seemed satisfied by what he had discovered and started walking forward.
As he walked, he thought he heard music. He didn't stop because he wasn't really that curious, but he looked around, suspecting some sort of outdoor music class. He didn't see one. He continued walking, pretty much aimlessly. He heard the music again, but this time, there was less to it. It sounded like someone had been playing something and then had let it die out. Again, he didn't stop, but he had a better idea of where the sound came from this time, and he looked in that direction. He was finally able to zero in on its source. A young girl was perched in the middle of the bleachers clutching a guitar to her chest. He had no clue as to what she was doing, other than she must have been sitting out here playing.
"What an odd hobby." he thought to himself.
He thought about his options regarding the girl. He could either pass her by and pretend he never saw her, but that looked like it was no longer an option. She seemed to be staring directly at him. With a sigh he figured he could probably still pretend he didn't care, but there was something about the girl that intrigued him. She seemed so...so vulnerable. He smiled at the thought of having some fun playing with her. That's just what he needed, actually, at this new school: someone he could experiment on. What were the people like here, anyway?
He put on his best fake smile and walked closer to her. She seemed scared out of her mind, but Theon couldn't imagine why. He hoped she had some weird problem that would make this more fun for him. There was a good chance she was a freak if she went to this school. He tried not to think about how that made him equally a freak too.
As he neared her, he waved a friendly wave, hoping to come off as warm. He sat down a few rows behind her.
"Hi there," he said, smiling charmingly. "I'm new, and I'm looking for someone to help me find one of my classrooms." He pulled a crumpled sheet of paper out of his pocket. It was his class schedule that he didn't pay any mind to, which was obvious by the fact that he was skipping class right now. "I'm afraid this isn't very helpful." He gave a light laugh. "Do you think you could help me?" "
THAT I COULD LEAVE
this starcrossed world behind
this apptemplate was made by chaela and laurel from charcoal eyes, guys, and the titles are from spaceman by the killers
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