Post by Razor on Jan 22, 2009 16:00:24 GMT -5
I Can Sleep When I'm Dead
Braxton's been with himself and only himself. He's never belonged to anything. He's a loner. So alone. So apart from everything. Never meant to be someone.
Excuse me, son, but I'll need your license and regestration. Of course he would. I rolled my eyes, unable to stop myself. The red and blue lights continued to flash in my rear view mirror, but I shuffle through my glove box anyway and pull out the papers that the police man needs and I hand him the papers and my ID. This was usless. I was only going ten miles over the limit. Apparently this guy was just bored and needed something to do so he decided to pull me over. Fantastic. I wince slightly at the sight of a silver-colored ring on his finger and decide now to keep watch for that hand.
What is your name? "Braxton Curtis Pearce."
I suppose you are a... "Yes. A man."
How old are you, son? "Twenty-two."
What's your nationality? "Irish." Werewolf.
What bloodtype are you? "B Negitive..." Dire Demon.
Location? Where do you live? "305 Dixon Street." Wolf and Human Realm.
Do you remember what you look like? "What? Yes I know what I look like. I have dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. My skin is fair and I'm white. Oh yeah, can you believe it? I'm not lying. I'm around six foot and three inches in height and I weigh one hundred and ninety five pounds. What's more to say? Oh. My hair is longest, as you can see. Do I really have to worry about this? You can see what I look like and I'm not drunk. So don't worry about it." As a wolf? Ha. I'm completely white except the gray and black stripe down my back. I'm bigger than the usual werewolf, which is sort of weird, but hey.
Your personality is.. well.. "I'm not on anything. But I know what I act like. I am full of energy. I am spirited and boisterous. I'm bold and daring. I'm willing to do some pretty outrageous things. My high energy usually gets me in trouble and I can have a really bad temper. I am wild, crazy and a huge rebel. I'm always up to something. I have a ton of energy and most people can't handle me. I'm very intense. I'm deifinitely a handful and I'm likely to get into trouble, but my kind of trouble it fun. I'm usually the best at everything, I strive for perfection. I'm confident, authoritative and aggressive and I have a class "Type A" personality. I am incredibly sexy and sensual and I have a naughty vibe that not many girls can ignore. I have an unquenchable desire and I am unrestrained in my passions. I have a tendency to be unfaithful. If I want to fight, I will, but if I don't want to, then I won't. I'm a seeker and I often find myself restless - And I have a lot of questions about life. I like to travel and mostly to random places. I'm most comfortable when I'm far away from home. I'm passionate and easily tempted. My impulses get me into trouble often. I'm well rounded with a complete perspective on life. I'm loyal to friends. Sometimes I can be too serious and I put too much pressure on myself. I'm very intutive and wise. I understand the world better than most people. I have a very active imagination. I tend to get carried away with my thoughts. I'm prone to paranoia and I get very jealous. There. Happy?" As a wolf? Yes, I'm the same.
Do you remember anything from your past? "Yes, but it's really none of your business." My life? It sucked ass. I was an orphan. I grew up on the streets of London after my dad moved us to London after my mother died. He was pressed into a gang to be put on a ship as a crew. After that, I ran the streets, fending for myself and doing whatever I could do to stay alive. My old gang used to have our kip under a bridge in London and we knew that place like the back of our hands. It was a constant battle between everyone and my first bath after my father was taken was seven years later. I was thirteen. I was put on a ship as part of the crew to get a ride over here. That's all there is to it. In the American wilderness, I ran into a terrifying animal. A wolf. It was huge. I'd never seen one up close, but whenever I did, I was horrified. It attacked me, biting my leg and I thought it was going to rip my limb off. I didn't know what to do. I do remember a howling noise and the burning pain that soared through my body. There ya go. I'm a freak.
What is this guy? Gay?
Tell me more: "Excuse me?"
Like, your sexuality. "I'm straight, you freak."
Is that your natural hair color? "Yes, but it used to be bleach blonde."
How daring are you? "Extreamly."
Do you have any hobbies? "Music. Sports. Writing."
Anything annoy you? "You."
What are your talents? "Anything that I want to be my talent."
If he asks me to take my shirt off, I'm running.
Favorite food? "Anything with meat in it."
Favorte movie? "Probably Remember the Titans."
Favorite band / artist? "Band? Boys Like Girls. Artist? Same."
Favorite drink? "Chocolate milk."
You're a little young to be drinking. How old are you again? "I told you, I wasn't drinking and I'm twenty-two."
Favorite school subject? "Gym."
Favorite Spice Girl? "What? Are you serious?"
Favorite tv show? "Ha. Girls Gone Wild."
Favorite holiday and season? "Christmas and winter."
Favorite word? "Screw."
Favorite famous dead person? "I don't know. Elvis."
Favorite time of day? "Night."
Favorite color? "Black."
Favorite toy? "Any chick who happens to be around."
Oh, go away!
What career will you go into? "Music."
If you could have three wishes, what would they be? "For you to go away. Be no more cops. Parties to last all night."
Have anyone special in your life? "Hell no."
Well, I'm almost done. Anything else you'd like to tell me? "Yes! Get lost! Leave me alone! You're a creeper! Give me my stuff back and beat it!"
