Post by lil ali on Aug 30, 2008 6:02:11 GMT -5
seventeen | male | single
[glow=000000,2,300]BRIGHT LIGHTS, THEY CAST A SHADOW[/glow]
- aged seven
The camera flashed, it's light dazzlingly blind. The giggling children pulled away, returning to shovelling handfuls of coloured popcorn into their mouthes as their parents ate almost daintily, as if they were in a resturant. Zyce Aunderion nibbled on a piece of green popcorn, eyeing his older brother and little sister. Everyone was oh-so-happy.
- aged nine
The door slammed. Zyce Aunderion lifted his head from where he sat, snuggled in his mother's arms as she tended to a large cut running the length of his thigh. His older brother's football game gone wrong. He smiled lightly as his father's hand toyed with his desperately in-need-of-a-cut locks.
- aged eleven
The screaming began. Zyce Aunderion tightened his grip on his little sister's hand as he pulled her through the front door, his head bowed as tears began to tickle his eyes. He could hear his older brother's music. The loud screams and thunderous sound of eletric guitars. A bottle smashed, followed by his father's bellow of pain. The neighbours would call the police soon, Zyce just knew it.
- aged thirteen
His mother was asleep. Zyce Aunderion knew it. A bottle of vodka dangled leisurely from her hand, a cigerette had burnt to it's end in the ashtray. Zyce's eyes turned then to his father. He was holding an ice-pack to his eye, his face painfully pale, his lip cut and his cheeks and arms bruised. A car door slammed. His brother was home.
- aged fifteen
His sister was crying. His brother was leaning against the wall, just watching. His mother was drunk, probably choking on her vomit again. His father was picking up the broken glass, trying not to cut himself anymore than their mother already had. Zyce Aunderion sat on the table, his skinny legs dangling, his face pale, a cigerette burn on the back of his hand.
[glow=000000,2,300]WELL ITS HARD UNDERSTANDING[/glow]
the obvious little details
NAME
Zyce Aunderion
AGE
Seventeen
GENDER
Decidedly Male
the things that stick out
APPEARANCE
He's feminine, slotting in rather well with the girls. Paper pale skin and thick, dark hair with a blonde fringe. He's an eccentric boy, his dark eyes constantly outlined with dark eyeliner, his lips sometimes slickened with gloss, his hair styled. He dresses darkly; skinny legged jeans and dark tops and hoodies.
PERSONALITY
Loud and angry. He's the type who distrupts class, seeks out negative attention, and takes advantage of girls simply because he can. He doesn't enjoy it, it's just simply proving a point to the rest of the world. Some girls really are skanks. He can be sweet, but it's hidden. Used only on his closest friends.
the unavoidable little things
FAMILY
Father - Austin Aunderion
Mother - Caryn Aunderion
Brother - Cameron Aunderion
Sister - Angel-Leeigh Aunderion
FRIENDS
Nova Castle
the annoying bits and pieces
HISTORY
His mother was involved in a car accident, resulting in serious brain damage. She went from the soft, loving woman he'd know forever, to an abusive, drunk woman who could barely make it to the toilet alone. His father considered leaving, but everytime he tried, his mother told him she'd change and even tossed away her alcohol. It was a sick cycle that continued and continued.
LIKES
¢ Chocolate
¢ Icecream
¢ Spiders
¢ Snakes
¢ Animals
¢ Singing
¢ Guitar
DISLIKES
¢ Preps
¢ Skanks
¢ Underweight peeps
¢ Homophobs
[glow=000000,2,300]A LIFE THAT SO DEMANDING[/glow]
Interviewer
Simply so you know, miss, this is strictly for fun. I wouldn't interview a random young girl for the heck of it. Especially one dressing as boldly as yourself, for that matter. Are you attempting to prove a point? For the record, what is your name?
Zyce
Well, for starters, I'm a guy. I might wear makeup, sweetie, but that doesn't not make me male. Haven't you seen half those scene kids out there? Half of them are male, love. My name's Zyce Aunderion, what's yours?
Interviewer
I really don't see the point in giving you my name, Zyce. Haven't you seen me on television? Channel ten, seven o' clock. Or maybe it was seven thirty. I'm not overly sure, really, but I'm on there. Maybe you should watch sometime. So, what is with this look?
Zyce
Well, you know, I like it. I got up this morning, I had a shower, I brushed and styled my hair and then – surprise, surprise, I put on a heap of dazzling makeup, not that I need it, and I found some clothes. Trust me, sweetie, I totally understand how you women hate prodding yourself in the eye with mascara. It stings like a cow.
Interviewer
So, Zyce, now that we all know why you dress the way you do, is there anything else you'd love to tell us? I mean, Lord knows, with the rate of stories these days, you never know, you could one day be a famous youth and I'll be the one who found you. Do you have an strange talents, Zyce?
Zyce
I can, uh, sing really badly. But then, so can half the population. No. Not really. I suppose I can peel an apple without breaking the skin, like when it comes off in one of those curls, and I can sharpen a pencil the same. I guess. I'm boring. Get over it.
Interviewer
What influenced you to dress the way you do? Was it something drastic that happened in your past, or such? Did you have a breakdown in grade five and was reduced to nothing but a wailing child who longed to be a girl?
Zyce
Girls have periods. Why the heck would I want to have a period? Seriously, woman, are you delusional? I grew up in a perfect, loving family. My mother cooks and cleans, my father goes out to work and comes home, my older brother plays rugby twenty-four seven and my little sister loves playing with dolls.
Interviewer
Oh... well...
Zyce
Look, lady, I'm off. Book yourself an appointment with a shrink. Clearly, sweetie, you need one. Or, do me a favour, quit walking around like you've got a stick wedged up your backside. Not appealing. Honestly.
[glow=000000,2,300]A LOVE THAT SO DEMANDING[/glow]
anger
Zyce
I hit things. What the hell am I supposed to do? My father brought me a boxing bag for the sole purpose that I hit it. Otherwise, I drink. And drink. And drink.
happiness
Zyce
Go shopping. For a new guitar. I smashed my old one
surprise
Zyce
Shout at someone. People should know by now that I don't like surprises.
sadness
Zyce
Go on as normal. Everyone get's sad. It's a part of life. No point dropping dead over something so pathetic as an emotion.
loss
Zyce
You pull through. You don't have much other choice. Everyone loses something.
conflict
Zyce
With my fists. It's the quickest, probably the cleanest, way.
