Post by zack on Feb 20, 2011 15:32:18 GMT -5
` zack benedict mørk ;
[/color]baby, what are you doing?
twenty | zero percent | drummer
You don’t know how your coming across, acting like you don’t give a toss. Walking around like your on some kind of cross. And it’s a shame, on you the irony is lost[/color][/center][/font]
So you want to know about me. Well, my name is Nemo, well not really its Zack but I decide what you call me. Now, people don’t like me much, hell most think im a nut case and have spit personalities, but im more though he is more together then they think. Just I don’t see the point in acting nice to people I don’t like so, people I hate get to know one side of me and mates get to know the other. In other words, friends, like my band mates mostly get to know me as my first name of Zack, as I thinks it is something only close friends should call me. To them im a decent guy, quiet and a bit moody but anyone can be like that sometimes can’t they. Always suggesting ideas quietly or moving in when an argument gets heated to cool things down, although Im probably the one who likely to have started it but spreading rumours behind peoples back. Heh, I love drama
But I suppose Nemo is how most view me, heck it wasn't me who came up with the nick name, it was the people I met. A nobody who is hard to get close to. Which is true, im a privet person. The only person I really liked and got on with was my sister. Anyone else just sees this utter an arsehole who is more then willing to open his big mouth if it gets him out of trouble even if it lands someone else in it. But why shouldn’t I be like that? Its survival of the fittest. I don’t cares for other peoples feelings as they don’t care about mine, unless you proven yourself worthy of being my friend then you could be the most popular person in the town and it would means nothing. In that respect I feel I am open to who could be a friend as it won‘t necessarily be a popular person. Really the people I hangs around with are last types most would see as popular. I hang around with these types as I know they are desperate, I could well work my way into the higher class but why bother, I rather hang with the loser.. They won’t answer back or try and control me. Don’t get me wrong, I still have some respect them, but I just hate being walked over or controlled as it happen so much in my childhood. So I pick people who i can control and wont argue back. Ironic isn’t it?
But strangely people never say im a load person, I hardly ever raise my voice or a fist to anyone. Im a introverted pessimist at heart, subtle suggestion is my method to get stuff done. Manipulating to the point you don‘t even know you being taken advantage of. Then, shit happens and you got to live with it. But there is always a reason for these things, if I hurt you, then you deserve it which I use to justify my actions and others people even when I know I pushe things to far. Its not my fault though, so I never show remorse if someone does get hurt from my actions so I guess I come across as cold hearted but really I truly believe what I did was right and they got what was coming. Im a slightly twisted angel sent to clear up the streets of the bad you could say, even if I know im no saint, in that sense i guess it is inevitable im going to end up destroying myself.
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Awesome. Mind if I ask about your family? What are they like? And tell me a little about your past, too.[/b]
My mums pathetic, my dads a royal dick head, and my sister is dead…
As for my past, why the heck should I tell you? I mean, if you must know I was born a twin in Norway, a city called called Bergen. At birth I was kind of healthy. Some complications.. lets just leave it at that.
Yeah but result is my body is always stiff and I have a odd way of walking.. Got has a limp and makes my right side tight, kind of makes me look pissed twenty-four seven. I missed a lot of early schooling as I had to have physiotherapy and shit. My twin though was far from spared complications but apparently that was not to surprising as one twin is normally slightly weaker. She had problems and was taken away from our mum while I was apparently placed in her arms. It was a few days before we were next to each other. Nobody blamed me for her sickness I always blamed myself for her lack of health although doctors did explain she was just not a strong baby. But I was the one with the ‘written disability’, I should have been the one in ICU, not her. It never made sense, nobody ever had any idea what was wrong with her…
Anyway, Next question, you all to bloody nosy anyway.
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Back to you, now. What makes you smile on a rainy day? What are some things that you just love?[/b]
My love for nature, most people don’t deserve love,I gives more respect so to a flower then a human. It disgusts me when litter is thrown about or vandals chuck things like bags or shopping carts into lakes, its pointless to and so I always lets them know my feelings have been hurt one way or another.
Music is another obvious one, I love my drums. Beating the shit outta them when im annoyed. I swear it is the one thing that keeps me from going insane and on a rampage. Maybe that is why I have not been kicked out the band, they know it would kill me. I also kind of like dancing, but I swear to God if you tell anyone I shove my drum sticks so far down your mouth you be shitting sawdust.
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What about stuff you don't like so much? What scares you? What frustrates you?[/b].
Nosey idiots who don’t know when to shut up and stop asking stupid questions resulting in ME having to put the effort into shutting them up. Not that im directing that sentence to you or anything...
But, I don’t like the dark much or being alone. Im a little paranoid I guess. Its only other people that have made me that way though. I also hate getting mocked. Face it, if I walked into a crowd of people I would stick out like a sore thumb. I guess my dress sense is a little unconventional, which in itself makes me a possible target and my appearance when walking is the next. I have had names thrown at me, retard, spastic and told to go 'cut myself'. I wont lie, it hurts but I can handle myself and generally whoever shouted it doesn't say much after... My band mates just stop me short of murdering the person. Got to think of our reputation and shit..
Im not book smart, I can't quote facts to you so wouldn't get a job or anything. Im pretty lazy, don't really like taking orders so thats another reason a job it out the question.
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Let's talk about your love life. What's going on with that?[/b]
You just keep getting more personal don’t you? Im bisexual, had a few girlfriends, few boyfriends but nothing lasting. Im not interested in a relationship but every girl I had is. They go all bitchy about ‘cheating’ but they know me, I don’t lie so they know what im like before we start dating. They are there for sex, nothing else. Its why I went to guys, less complicated so you get the fix and have none of the emotional crap. If I do get with someone then it will be on my own time and by my own rules. Can't see myself ever being much of a father figure, then I hate kids so it doesn't matter.
Ideally my girl would be slim, not anorexic or anything stupid, have nice hair, good chest and not give a fuck what I do or say. Uncomplicated. Same for a guy, well, just substitute chest for package.
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who are you fooling?
nobody but me .
[/color][/font][/center]nobody but me .
Well, I'm SØREN, and I'm TWENTY . I've been roleplaying for about 6 YEARS and you can reach me by PM . Since I'm so nice, I'll even give you a sample of my roleplaying skills![/color][/font]
Zack rolled around on the floor of the detention room, going from one side to the other and when he hit one wall and went to the other. He was bored out his mind but then having been stuck here for the best part of the day he had good reason to be. Zack wasn’t the type to take instruction very well and with the staff being stuck up more then normal all the commands had been grating on his last nerve. So he sort of, exploded, for lack of better word. Things were said, mostly by him that probably shouldn’t have been. A few punches thrown, again by him when it would probably been best to keep his hands to himself. It was all enough to land him in this room, where he had seemingly been forgotten about.
Groaning, along with his stomach, Zack stood up and wondered to the bench in the room. It could be the bed, he wasn’t sure but didn’t look like the sort of thing you would want to sleep on. So Zack just knelt on it and stared facing the wall. It was so plain, dull, dirty white, whoever was in charge of decorating needed the sack.
Reaching into his pockets Zack pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, a razor (recently used judging by Zacks arms) and finally a crayon. Really, what kind of idiot doesn’t check a inmates pockets before they lock them up? Holding the crayon, Zack glanced to the wall, which was screaming out to be drawn on. Quite literally, as a voice in the back of Zacks mind told him it was nothing more then a giant canvas. The smooth surface would be easy to cover, if the staff didn’t want him to do then they would have taken the items off him. They knew the sort of thing Zack carried, it was nobody fault but theres if the walls got defaced. But what to draw? Not exactly anything around to draw much creative inspiration, not even a window to look out of. Maybe he could draw his own. Zack did like the outdoors, he had a good memory of places and if he couldn’t see them physically then he would draw them. So began the sketching of a large square, to be filled of a scene with trees.
Groaning, along with his stomach, Zack stood up and wondered to the bench in the room. It could be the bed, he wasn’t sure but didn’t look like the sort of thing you would want to sleep on. So Zack just knelt on it and stared facing the wall. It was so plain, dull, dirty white, whoever was in charge of decorating needed the sack.
Reaching into his pockets Zack pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, a razor (recently used judging by Zacks arms) and finally a crayon. Really, what kind of idiot doesn’t check a inmates pockets before they lock them up? Holding the crayon, Zack glanced to the wall, which was screaming out to be drawn on. Quite literally, as a voice in the back of Zacks mind told him it was nothing more then a giant canvas. The smooth surface would be easy to cover, if the staff didn’t want him to do then they would have taken the items off him. They knew the sort of thing Zack carried, it was nobody fault but theres if the walls got defaced. But what to draw? Not exactly anything around to draw much creative inspiration, not even a window to look out of. Maybe he could draw his own. Zack did like the outdoors, he had a good memory of places and if he couldn’t see them physically then he would draw them. So began the sketching of a large square, to be filled of a scene with trees.
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