PERSE, seth oliver

[drux1]

seth oliver perse

character basics
I WANNA DARKEN IN THE SKIES, OPEN THE FLOODGATES UP.
I WANT TO CHANGE MY MIND, I WANT TO BE ENOUGH.

FULL NAME , seth oliver perse
NICKNAMES , none really..
AGE , twenty
BIRTHDAY , january ninteen
SEXUALITY , heterosexual
GRADE , --
OCCUPATION , mechanic in training
MEMBER GROUP , local

hello, my name is DRU or DRUX, depending on how you're feeling. i am nearly SIXTEEN years young and i consider myself an INTERMEDIATE roleplayer. i found this site through caution. so, here's an example of my average post:

_{THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION}

(I kill myself because I'm so frustrated

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It wasn't late in the day by any means. If anything, you could almost say it was early. Nate normally didn't have to wake up, seeing as he no longer went to school, but today, he woke up a little before school ended, which, in his mind, was early. Nate's schooling was going down the drain, and his father didn't do anything but slap him upside the head and tell him to do better next time. He got away with not going because his father was always gone early in the morning until around five, as long as he shuffled the papers in his bookbag, he could look like he went every day.

His stroll to the park consisted of him in his torn up black hoodie, a pair of jeans, and some simple DC sneakers. He looked like a mess, with his hair in a "I just woke up, and I couldn't find a comb," kind of fashion. Nate broke into a sprint. It looked a little suspicious, but not enough to get someone to run after him, or try and stop him from causing something mischievous. He took a turn onto Main Street, where St. Claus's park was. The fact that the park was named after a saint always made Nate uncomfortable, but that didn't stop him from running and diving in. The pack of cigarettes in his pocket were yelling at him to smoke one, but he was trying to make it into a place where the police wouldn't see him if they drove by.

Walking further into the park, Nate found a bench to sit at. He pulled out the Seneca box, encased with seven cigarettes and an Edd Hardy lighter...the one he bought with the money he stole from his father. Nate pulled one of the short white sticks out of the box and put it in his mouth, letting it hang limp there as he lit the lighter. The fire caught his attention for a moment, then he placed it against the end of his cigarette, holding it there for a moment to be sure it would light on a windy day like this. He let the nicotine fill his lungs, moving the fag from his lips to hold in the smoke for a few extra seconds, to catch a greater buzz. He let out the smoke, feeling the rush in his head fade.

His old friends would probably tell him to spin around in a circle while he held the smoke in, but he had grown away from most of them. Nate wanted to be mature, he wanted to roll with the big dogs more than anything. He was sick of pranks, and petty crime. He wanted to do shit he could get arrested for, and have a family to back him up. He continued to sit on the bench, thinking of ways to get into the gang that was going to turn this town to hell. It was the only thing he wanted.

Nate leaned forward, elbows on knees, and took another puff. He was sick of trying to be cool in high school. That was one of the only reasons why he stopped going. He couldn't deal with the preps who were kissing ass to get to the top. He couldn't deal with the jocks who thought they could give him a swirly or stuff him into a locker and keep him there until someone came to get him out. High school was a place where the young grow wise, and you realize that Life isn't anything more than a board game.

Nate leaned back again, sucking the nicotine from the cigarette, and holding his breath. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, so he was tilted toward the sky. The cloudless blue sky made him sick. He opened his mouth, failing at the smoke ring he wanted to do, and let his head hang there for a moment, not knowing whether to head home, or bother his old friends, who had just ran out of the Heart Lake building. He decided against both, and let his head just hang there. He kept his eyes closed, and brought the cigarette to his mouth once more. He looked too innocent to be playing these "Criminal" games.

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WORDS! seven hundred and sixteen
STATUS! complete!
NOTES! i think this is the longest post that could come out of sitting on a bench smoking. :]
TAGS! goss/ catrin!
INSPIRATION! FRAMING HANLEY
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
PICTURE CREDIT! Myself. :]
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