Post by westley ezekiel colton on Jul 31, 2009 22:38:07 GMT -5
WESTLEY EZEKIEL COLTON
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hi, my name is wes and i am twenty two. i belong with the local and i'm the bad ass who just doesn't care .
Westley is the type of guy that you really don't want too see when he's mad. To most people that look at Wes, they see a skinny emo kid, who doesn't love himself. Westley is far from it. Wes is the type of guy to let you know what's up, even if its horrible. He's way too blunt and that's what hurts others, sometimes...Westley doesn't really know whats right or wrong and he doesn't really care.
Westley though has this charm that most guys don't have. Even though he could be a total womanizer, he still has a unique power over girls. He doesn't quite know what it is, but he's not complaining either. Westley isn't just another guy, he's the one and only...He shows it through his clothing and attitude. He's the original bad ass, the original gangster, he's Mr. Colton.
Westley was born and raised in Los Angelas, California. He lived on the wrong side though, the very wrong side. Drugs, gangs, drive by's...Anything bad you can imagine, happened. Westley's family was good though, they were poor, but they got by. Westley wasn't a bad kid either, he would get good grades in school. He never talked out of turn, never got into trouble. Everything was great until his father was diagnosed with cancer. Westley's father was everything to him. He was his hero...
Westley was twelve at the time and soon after, his father passed away. Westley was destroyed. He felt as though god was being greedy with his life. So, once Westley hit thirteen, he decided to run with the gangs. He started to lead a life that would eventually kill him, which he was lucky it didn't. Even though he had led a life of drugs and gangs, he eventually got out. He found a new passion in life...skateboarding. Once high school came around, his mother knew that something had to change. She had worked three jobs and had earned enough money to get Westley out of that hell hole. She had bought him a plane ticket and sent him off to live with his grandmother in Michigan.
Westley was hesitant at first, but soon grew a love for the town he had moved too. He attended high school there and found much popularity there. When high school was over, most people went to college...Not Westley, he chose to pursue his dream of becoming a pro skateboarder. It took a little while, but eventually he got the sponsorships and the label of a pro skateboarder. He was now living the life. He owed it all to his mother, grandmother and the small town of osdale. Now, he's the town superstar...
hi my name is ben and i am 17 years old. i'm a dude. i just wanted to let you know that fashion statement suicide, okay? and i've been roleplaying for seven years. i like roleplaying dudes, and here's what i do.
Ben was about done with his cigarette when he saw a young girl walking to the elevators. He watched her for a second, cigarette in his left hand, beer in his right. He still had his arms crossed as he was leaning against the wall. He saw her eye him and he smiled softly at her. She turned away quickly. It made Ben laugh a little, almost like a snicker. He took when last puff of his cigarette, then threw it in the plastic plant. He got off the wall and took a drink of his beer. He peaked down the hallway and watched the lights and music blaring everywhere. He sighed and walked next to the girl. "Didn't like the party?" He asked her softly. He wasn't trying to seduce her, or to wrap her around his finger. He was just talking, too bad every time he talked, a girl's heat meter would go from two to twenty. He looked down at the girl and knew she was young, hell she looked way too young. He looked back down the hallway and then turned his head back to the doors.
When the elevator finally came, the doors opened slowly and Benny felt a tug in his chest. He could only think that meant go. He walked into the elevator with the new girl he just met. He finished off his beer quickly after that and set it down in the elevator. He was far from drunk, it took a lot to get him wasted and only a few people have ever seen it. He held his right arm as if it was hurt, but that's just how he liked to stand. Ben was weird like that. Ben has always done things or liked things that most people don't like. Most people don't like food from India, Ben does. Most people don't drink there coffee with a cold beer, Ben oddly does. He let go of his arm and looked down at his hand. He saw the words DROP, tattooed on his fingers. He loved tattoo's. The first tattoo that he had ever gotten was of a skull and a rose below his throat.
After that he couldn't stop getting tattoo's. He pretty much has covered his entire top half of his body with ink. That's just who he is. He likes to be different. I mean, that's what landed him a role. You could ask any famous actor or actress, were you ever really fucked up or weird when you were young? Ninety nine point nine percent of the time they'll always answer yes. Ben looked over at the girl again and now looked at her clothes. She looked like someone from the fifty's. He thought it was cute. He smiled softly and then turned his gaze away. "I'm Ben..." He said with a rough edge to it this time. "You are?" He asked her only because he saw her at the party.
If it was any other girl, he'd already be having sex with her. This girl felt different to Benny. She almost seemed pure to him, like a flower that shouldn't be touched but always cared for. He looked up at her face and looked at her full lips. He then looked at her eyes and smirked. he looked away again and saw the doors were open.
[T A G G E D] cecelia
[C O U N T] 498
[N O T E] it's okay C:
[L Y R I C S] all my loving--the beatles
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