Post by hunter on May 26, 2010 22:38:35 GMT -5
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NO-ONE KNEW ME, NO-ONE KNEW ME
* / HUNTER ELLIOT HENDERSON.
[/font]NO-ONE KNEW ME, NO-ONE KNEW ME
* / HUNTER ELLIOT HENDERSON.
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ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACES
WORN OUT PLACES, WORN OUT FACES.
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name: hunter elliot henderson[/color]: mostly just hunter, henderson on occasion, that fucker, dipshit, that stuff =]
nicknames
age/ birthday: nineteen // april first
orientation[/color]: he likes the ladies, tyvm ;]
occupation[/color]: right now, cashier at marshall's
social class[/color]: upper class
play by[/color]: cameron leahy[/size][/blockquote]
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BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES
GOING NOWHERE, GOING NOWHERE.
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[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]hunter's sort of hard to explain. it's obvious to the naked eye that hunter is cocky. the boy's not afraid to make this point known to friends and foes alike. he'll be the first to admit he has a big head; he usually says cocky statements, with or without really thinking about it. a lot of the time he just says that, and he won't even realize it unless someone points it out to him that he sounds like a complete egotistical asshole. it doesn't really bother him how people react to his cocky statements; he feels as though if they like him, they should like him for him, and not care if he has a slightly big head. he's sort of naturally dense as well, that might have something to do with it. however, on a whole, the boy is pretty friendly. well, sociable at least. he's one of those kids that really isn't afraid to talk to anyone. even if he doesnt' really know what to say, he'll just spout stuff off until a connection is made, or the whole conversation is made too awkward and he's forced to leave, or the other person leaves. it's good that he's sociable, but the thing is, the kid has the talent of saying the wrong thing, very easily. he doesn't really think when it comes to what he should and should not say to people, and quite often he ends up making people made or upsetting them or whatever with what he says. half the time he is remorseful, and a majority of the time it's just the truth that he doesn't really think needs to be spared from the person. so he doesn't regret it at first. however, he does eventually realize how stupid his statements are or were; however, he won't apologize. if there is one thing that bothers the boy, it's apologizing. he's never really done it to people that he really doesn't consider a close friend, so the concept is sort of foreign to him. so he usually does not end up showing the remorse he feels for saying whatever he did say to upset a person.
stubborn shoudl have been his middle name, even he will admit it. ever since he was a little kid, he had always had a thick head, refusing help and adamantly refusing it, whether it was from his parents, his teachers, or his friends. whenever he's around his friends and arguments happen, he firmly will believe he is right, and it takes quiet a lot to make the kid see if he is wrong, or right. most of the time it's wrong however, which he hates. one thing he will never admit to anyone is when he is wrong. he's very prideful, and whenever a scenario occurs that could possibly kill that ego of his, he will not admit it to anyone. really, the thought of losing, of not being right, actually bothers him. he hates being wrong or losing. it's something that's stuck with him since he was younger, and it still stands strong to this day. it takes a lot to make the boy actually admit that he is wrong, and even then he is bashful and awkward, definitely something that is hard to achieve, so if you manage to get the boy to admit he's wrong, kudos. another skill this boy has is acting. he's often good at having two different fronts; to his parents, he tries his hardest to be the kid that wants to make them happy and listen to them and please them. however, to anyone else, he doesn't give a damn. he really could not care less of how they want him to act, what they want him to do, nothing. he absolutely could not care less. it actually kind of bothers him; he's sure that at the age of nineteen, his parents should not be telling him how to live his life and how to act. however, the sad thing is, he is completely dependent on his parents.
having been babied since a young age, the boy has rarely truly done a day's worth of work in his life. schoolwork had always come easy to him; despite how he acts and what he says, the boy is exceptionally bright, he just prefers not to really show it. it had never really required effort. anything that required even a tiny amount of effort, he had never done. chores were never an issue, he hadn't had a job before now; hell, the only reason he has a job now is because his parents had told him either he gets a job and start to learn how to take responsibility and take care of himself, or just not live off them anymore. so he's slowly learning how to live his life. he still really could not care less, but deep down he does have some sort of respect for his parents for making him learn how to live life on his own. all right, moving on. the boy lives for fun. he lives for the reckless life, the life that requires no care or caution. he goes out on a semi daily basis, drinksoften, does drugs on a more than often occasion, and overall he does everything that he shouldn't do. he hooks up with random people more than he should, he drinks way more than he should be drinking, and he does more drugs than anyone should ever do in their lifestime.
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THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP IN GLASSES
NO EXPRESSION, NO EXPRESSION, HIDE MY
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[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]so. hunter's parents, claire and elliot henderson, met when they were both in their graduating year of college. automatically, they had not liked each other. personalities had, for the most part, clashed. claire and elliot both came from well rounded families, families that people respected. however, when it came to each others' families, they were the least civil folks around. apparently claire's parents and elliot's parents had never been the biggest fans of each other since a falling out earlier on in their lifetimes. however, that did not stop their kids, after they actually started talking and getting along, from becoming friends, to dating, to getting engaged, to getting married. all this took place in a three year span. sure, many had called it sporadic, sudden, impulsive, but it was what they wanted. after the marriage, not even a few weeks later, it was announced that the happy couple was having a kid. that only really made the family tension more awkward. though the family had accepted their relationship and marriage, it had not meant that they were happy about it, or the fact that they were having a kid. however, the thought become more and more comforting, and nine months later, when hunter elliot was born, the families were starting to see eye to eye that maybe they were a fine family. that had been what claire and elliot had been hoping for.
ever since his childhood, hunter was a spoiled baby. both families had had money, there was no doubt; claire and elliot had been set to get married and raise a kid and not really have any empty spaces in their wallets. so hunter had grown up with good clothes, great food, amazing nannies. there was no doubt that he was going to be spoiled throughout his lifetime. at the age of three his parents were already starting to try teaching him how to read. they had high hopes for the boy; they had been constantly talking about how smart he would be since both his parents went to great schools on full ride scholarships; it was bound to happen. and there was no doubt hunter was smart; he was picking up reading rather well for a three year old. however, the other thing his parents had started noticing was that he also had inherited his father's lazy attitude. he rarely actually wanted to read, actualyl rarely wanted to anything else but go outside and play or sit inside and watch television. though they tried to knock that behavior out of him at an early age by trying to keep his working and motivated, it did not work.
but they didn't really need to worry. when hutner started school, it was obvious that he wasn't about to let himself get a reputation of being lazy, stupid, idiotic. he worked hard, running cirles around the other kids in reading and writing. however, the instant he was out of school and back home, he could not care less. he would run around, play games, never tell his parents or his nanny how his day went, and really was just lazy. this went on for... well, his whole schooling career. no matter how lazy and unmotivated he was at home, there was that drive in him that really kind of seemed to show up only when he was in school to not seem like an idiot. he would often come home, never really do his homework until that morning (back in those days he had been a pro at waking up before he needed to and do his homework before school), and then spend the afternoon hours playing with the neighborhood kids and generally being lazy and unworking really. it bothered his parents, he knew that. and sometimes he did feel bad that he caused them that stress, but that never really caused him to change his behavior. not when he crashed his bike into a neighbor's mailbox in his fifth grade and broke his arm, or when he fell out of the tree in the backyard in his seventh grade year and broke his foot. he's had a lot of broken bones and such over the years.
he met winter force, his current best friend, in gym class in middle school. it had been gym class, and of course, hunter had to brag. he was good at sports, very good. at least so he thought. so it was obvious he would brag. continually and often. anyways, it had been kickball, or some game that required feet, maybe soccer. hunter, naturally, had been braggin about his questionable skills in this game when this fiesty girl came up and pretty much challenged him. and hunter, never one to back down from a challenge, accepted. the end of this story? they slid into one another by the end of the game, and left gym class laughing and talking. within the following year or so, they were pretty much best friends. he had to admit it was nice. he would have been the first person to admit back then that he was not exactly the type of person to make friends that easily. he liked having winter around though; they somehow just kind of worked together. so yes. high school started with him having her and noah as his closest friends, with a handful of friends here and there. high school was also when he started getting into his habits. in fact, he's pretty sure most of his habits started at one faithful party his sophomore year of high school. he had been invited to caleb jacobson's party one weekend, and there had been everything. he had had his first round of drinks, definitely binge drinking, and course, his logic and sense was terrible by the time he had found himself hooking up with veronica petruno later on that night. the drugs didn't start till the following morning, after he woke up next to veronica in a bed somehwere in the house. caleb had offered him his own personal idea of a good cure for a hangover; his pot. sure, not exactly hunter's favorite thing ever, but it had worked, and it had stuck.
throughout the rest of his high school career, hunter was constantly getting involved with this stuff, knowing perfectly well how his parents reacted to this stuff. he knew his parents were not fond of the drinking, however they had been flat out against the smoking and doing drugs. he had tried at first to break the habit, however, with all addictions, it was hard. soon hunter found himself sneaking out of the house late nights and just going down into town with friends to get their hands on drugs or money for alcohol. eventually however, his parents caught on. grounding became a common thing; often many weekends and weeks hunter found himself grounded for a week, two weeks at a time, only to sneak out again on the following nights. however, reality had sort of set in for him when he had learned that his friend garret had ODed at a christmas party and had landed himself in the hospital. that had been sort of a wake up call for the boy that maybe he should think about the shit he was doing. it had taken weeks, even two or so months, but his smoking had been limited to only big parties, which in itself was extremely rare, and his drinking had calmed down, some. he still drank, but not enough so that he felt as though he was about to puke up every organ in his body.
by his senior year, hunter had cleaned himself up and calmed down slightly; enough to graduate with pretty high grades. if he had actually cared for school and participated and such, he might have been valadictorian, he had been told. the idea of that made him laugh; it was ridiculous. he was just glad that he was out of high school. no matter the good memories, the place had been his least favorite place. college didn't cross the boy's mind after high school either. honestly, he didn't feel like going. he knew he was set for life, whether or not he worked another day in his life. sure, his parents were extremely peeved about that. however, his parents are also living in denial thinking that he is just simply taking a year off or so before going to college. the only reason he has not corrected them by this point in his life is because he really feels bad about upsetting them so often. however, he has no plans for doing that. seeing as recently his parents had gotten into the habit of nagging him into going out and getting a job, learning responsibility, all that stuff. really, the only reason he had tried getting a job was to get them off his back. however he had never really expected to get one when he had begged his friend chelsea clinton to check out her work place and put a good word in for him. course he found himself working there weeks later.
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HEAD I WANNA DROWN MY SORROW,
NO TOMORROW, NO TOMORROW AND I FIND
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[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]I WILL DO THIS LATER, KTHXBAI. I WILL DO THIS LATER, KTHXBAI. I WILL DO THIS LATER, KTHXBAI. I WILL DO THIS LATER, KTHXBAI. I WILL DO THIS LATER, KTHXBAI. I WILL DO THIS LATER, KTHXBAI. I WILL DO THIS LATER, KTHXBAI. I WILL DO THIS LATER, KTHXBAI. I WILL DO THIS LATER, KTHXBAI. I WILL DO THIS LATER, KTHXBAI. I WILL DO THIS LATER, KTHXBAI. I WILL DO THIS LATER, KTHXBAI. I WILL DO THIS LATER, KTHXBAI. I WILL DO THIS LATER, KTHXBAI. I WILL DO THIS LATER, KTHXBAI. I WILL DO THIS LATER, KTHXBAI. I WILL DO THIS LATER, KTHXBAI.
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IT KIND OF FUNNY, I FIND IT KIND OF SAD, THE
DREAMS IN WHICH IM DYING ARE THE BEST IVE EVER HAD.
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so, hey thar! my name is riniiii and i'm seventeeeen years young, wow! my other kids on sitenamehere are a shitload; check out sidebar and i've been roleplaying for sevennn years, so i think i've got some mad skills. you don't agree?! well, let me prove it to you!
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I FIND IT HARD TO TAKE, WHEN PEOPLE RUN IN
CIRCLES, ITS A VERY VERY MAD WORLD.
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loln.
lyrics (c) to tears for fears & their song 'mad world'.
application (c) to where the sidewalk ends. i'll hunt
you down with my rabid hounds from hell if you steal :]
[/size]application (c) to where the sidewalk ends. i'll hunt
you down with my rabid hounds from hell if you steal :]