Post by RONNIE ETHAN HAWKS on Jun 4, 2011 21:04:19 GMT -5
RONNIE ETHAN HAWKS
[/i][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]eighteen, bisexual, senior, bisexual, asshole, nick james, obnoxious
NOW THAT WE KNOW YOUR NAME, IS THERE ANYTHING YOU WOULD PREFER TO BE CALLED?
"Please, call me Ronnie. I never tell kids my real name, you don't exactly want dudes walking up to you and being all 'hey ronaaald', it'd be the death of me, haha.."
I HAVE TO ASK: MALE, FEMALE, OR SOMETHING IN BETWEEN?
"I've got a wiener, thanks."
GOOD, I WAS STARTING TO WORRY. NOW, HOW OLD ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"Eighteen, since last month, actually."
WELL, YOU LOOK YOUNG FOR YOUR AGE. HOW DO YOU STAY IN SHAPE?
"I play soccer, and jog in the morning. I just stick my headphones on and go jogging. Sometimes I go to the gym, rarely though, I usually just stick with soccer practice."
OH, I'LL HAVE TO TRY THAT. MOVING ON: YOUR HAIR, IS THAT YOUR NATURAL COLOR?
"Yeah, actually. Sometimes you'll see the colour of it change, because I dye it here and there, then decide to go to my natural colour."
DON'T MEAN TO BE A PEST BUT, HOW TALL ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"about six foot one, yeah, I'm lanky, but whatever."
I WOULD NEVER HAVE CONSIDERED THAT GEORGE CLOONEY MIGHT BE GAY. WHAT ABOUT YOU?
"Aww yes! Now I can get me some fine piece of pedo ass, am I right, or am I right? Haha, I swing both ways myself, so I'll see if he offers me candy and take it from there."
OH REALLY? WELL, WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT. EVER BEEN SAILING?
"Actually, yeah I have, with my dad. Him and his dad are into sailing, I do it sometimes, like in the summmer time, but not all year around like my dad does."
WELL THEN, WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?
"I play drums here and there, just to pass time I guess. Umm... I work...? I don't really know, really. I play video games, too... Yeah, that's pretty much it, oh, and soccer!"
DON'T WORRY, THIS IS ALL CONFIDENTIAL. GO AHEAD, TELL US WHAT YOU ENJOY.
"Pie. I fucking love pie. Lemon cream pie? Uhg... To die for. I could smoke a joint, sit down and eat a big ass pie if you wanted me to, I don't give a shit. Hell, I'd even do it without the joint. I love tattoos too, as you can tell. I'm covered in them, haha. Thinking I might take up being a tattoo artist or something once I'm done of school, still thinking about it."
WHAT ABOUT SOMETHING THAT GETS ON YOUR NERVES?
"I can never sleep! I have insomnia, no joke. I take pills to sleep, still nothing. I constantly stay up every night, taking hissy fits because I can't sleep then I have to drag myself to school each morning on next to no sleep, it fucking sucks ass."
I'LL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT. SO, ARE YOU GOOD AT ANYTHING?
"I'm good at soccer, I guess. I've been playing it hardcore since I was three, so I hope I'm good at it... Um, I'm good at gym, and good and at eating, too."
THAT'S INTERESTING, NOW WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
"Basket ball... I couldn't play the sport even if it meant to save my life, or football, or any other sport beside soccer. I suck at cleaning my room, mom hates it, but whatever, she doesn't nag me about it. Chores too, I suck a chores, mom and dad pratically gave up on trying to get me to help around. I drive, but I suck crap at that too. People hate me on the roads, but hey, I need to get from point A to point B just like everyone else."
I BET I CAN BEAT YOU IN A THUMB WRESTLE AND HOLD MY BREATHE LONGER THAN YOU AT THE SAME TIME.
"Uh, fuck no. My thumgs have eighteen years of hardcore training from video games, there's no way you can beat me."
YOU MUST THINK I'M CRAZY. OH WELL, SAY, WHAT KIND OF QUALITIES DO YOU LIKE IN A SPOUSE?
"In girls, big boobs and blonde hair and some tattoos, also someone who can make a mean pie. Guys, well, someone who isn't all flamboyant, and innocent, I like bad ass people, tattoos and piercings, and shit."
OH, I GUESS I'M NOT YOUR TYPE THEN, EH? WELL, WHAT DO YOU FIND UNATTRACTIVE IN A PERSON?
"Innocent people, doesn't matter if you're a girl or a guy, can't stand them. They bat their eyelashes and pretend like they're all goodie-good and I don't have time for that, it's either you're going to party or you're not, there's no inbetween, there's no me waiting around for you to make up your mind if you're going to change who you are. Also, I hate overly smart people, like I hate dumb people, but some smart people just don't know how to function properly, total turn off when they're trying to use math to see how big my wiener is. I don't want that."
FINE, BE LIKE THAT. I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYWAYS.
"Fine, does it look like I give a shit? No, not really."
OK, WE'RE GONNA PLAY A GAME. I'M GOING TO ASK SOME SIMPLE QUESTIONS, AND YOUR GOING TO SAY THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND, OK?
"okay? I'm kind of scared, actually..."
FAVORITE FOOD?
"PIE, and pizza..."
FAVORITE MOVIE?
"Hot fuzz."
FAVORITE BAND/ARTIST?
"The Johnstones! Either them, or some Bring Me The Horizon, or A Day To Remember, along that line."
FAVORITE DRINK?
"Wild Berry fruit smoothie from mcdicks."
FAVORITE SUBJECT?
"Gym."
FAVORITE SPICE GIRL?
"None of them, never did, never will. Sorry girls!"
FAVORITE TV SHOW?
"I don't watch TV that often."
FAVORITE HOLIDAY AND SEASON?
"I don't really have a favorite holiday, well, maybe easter, and my favorite season would have to be spring."
FAVORITE WORD?
"douchecanoe."
FAVORITE FAMOUS DEAD PERSON?
"my grandmother... Well, she's not famous, but she is to me."
FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?
"Lunch time!"
FAVORITE COLOR?
"BLue."
FAVORITE BOOK?
"Do I look like I read?"
FAVORITE TOY?
"Digimon action figures."
WELL, WASN'T THAT FUN? ON TO THE SERIOUS SHIT. TELL ME A BIT ABOUT YOURSELF.
"I have insomnia, which sucks balls because over a course of a year, due to lack of sleep, I went from an alright guy, who'd talk to anyone, get along with anyone, and was overly nice, to a guy who doesn't give a shit, snappy, and rude. Yeah, in a year I went from the nice guy that was approachable, to the asshole who strickly hangs out with his friends."
MHMM, AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?
"My family is awesome! I have a younger brother, that's like, ten. We get along super good, because he's into a lot of the same bands I'm into, and he skate boards and stuff, and is over all the coolest kid you'll ever meet. My mom is awesome too. She looks like she's twenty, maybe thirty, and is covered in tattoos, too. She's a total rocker mom, doesn't mind dropping us off at concerts, and I'm pretty sure she's slept with countless band guys from back in her day. My dad is cool, too. He has a couple of tattoos, and used to be in a band when he was younger, like a punk band, or something, which I thought was interesting. He said he recorded a CD when he was in college, but he has yet to show it to me."
VERY INTERESTING. SO HOW DID YOU END UP IN VIRGINIA BEACH?
"Grew up here, actually. I still live in the same house, and everything."
RIGHT ON, MY FRIEND. SO, CAN YOU TELL US WHAT WAS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
"I was biking along in my nieghbourhood one day, and I was just cruising along, then out of butt-fuck nowhere, comes this huge ass clown just walking down the street super casual. I stopped my bike, then looked down the opposite side of the street and there was another clown, they both looked up and saw eachother and botled at eachother, I thought I was going to see the beginning of a clown war, like they were going to rip at each other, but they did an epic high five and continued walking like nothing happened. My mind was forever blown."
HOW, LOVELY. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR WORST MEMORY?
"The first few weeks of experiencing insomnia. I never felt so weak in my life."
NOW, JUST WONDERING. WHAT RELIGION ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"I don't go with religion, man."
WHAT SORT OF CAREER WILL YOU GO INTO THEN?
"Well, currently, I'm working at McDonalds right now. I know, sick ass job right? Totally, haha, and like I said before, tattoo artist is what I'm looking into."
WHAT HAPPENED TO BE YOUR FIRST WORDS?
"My first words, like complete sentence was 'Dad is too lazy', mom flipped because it was totally true. She was asking him to cut the grass and I said it, dad burst out laughing."
OMGWTFBBQ?!? WELL, LOOK AT THAT. I'VE NEVER SEEN A GENIE ACTUALLY COME OUT OF THE BOTTLE. WHAT ARE YOUR THREE WISHES?
"Umm... No more insomnia, boobs, and lots of money."
WOW, WASN'T THAT FASCINATING?
"No... Not really."
SO, YOU, UH, WITH ANYBODY AT THE PRESENT MOMENT?
"Single and loving it."
WELL, YOU WANNA GO OUT SOME TIME? WHERE CAN I TAKE YA?
"No, you're not my type. Anyway, just take me to the movies or something."
HEY, IF YOUR NOT BUSY FRIDAY...WANNA GO OUT?
"Look, you're cool and all, but no. You look like shit."
ALRIGHT, WHATEVER/COOL. THIS INTERVIEW IS COMING TO AN END. ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TELL US?
"Oh, keep the insomnia thing on a downlow... I don't usually tell people that, they all just assume something bad happened to me and made me an asshole, but whatver. Yeah, just don't tell anyone."
THIS FAKE INTERVIEWER DUDE GUY WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN FIVE SECONDS.
"That's cool..."
hey so, my name is emily and i'm sixteen. i live in the whatever Canadian time is in time zone and play just ronnie for now as well. here's some of my work.
The lifts and falls of his rough fingers along the beautiful instrument in front of him produced such a relaxing sound, Toby had to close his eyes for the moment. His mind was in complete solitude while his fingers glided gracefully along that milk-white keys, his mind becoming so fixated on the melody he had spent so many hours alone cooped up in his disfunctional room. He paid no mind to the chance of someone intruding on his moment of privacy from the rest of world, the music room of the school not exactly being one of the most private places in the world. But he had taken a moment between classes, to hide away, a skill he had built out of bricks, becoming a wall away from the people he was surronded by. But he let his fingers press the buttons of the piano, a fluent language escaping the tips of his guitarist hands. He was aware of sound proof walls that was keeping this room originial from the rest of the building, and it only comforted his soul even more as he sat at the front of the empty class. Most would imagine a room filled with people in awe, but Toby liked the loneliness of his heaven. Something that he used to loathe, to something he looked forward to in his everyday life. Slowly it was beginning to morph back into it's original state, with the unexpected arrival of Declan, along with the friendship with Charlie and Jamie, he felt as though he had been thrusted back into the socializing current.
His mind began to wander, the melody becoming as distant as he himself was. The beat became slower, as his eye lids fluttered open. When a haunting reality hit that he wasn't in his heaven of lonesomeness. He continued on with his music, as pale green eyes looked at a shifting clock, the end of a school day about to come to an end yet again. One last class to drag himself through before freedom for the remainder of the day, knowing for sure he wasn't going to take a second look at his homework. He detested the fact that he spent hours in a place that made him use his mind to it's full potential, causing minor head aches along the way, and a need for a good nap by the end of it all, then he has to go home and deal with it for two more hours, replaying the statement 'No, don't worry! It'll take about fifteen minutes!' He sailed along in school with an alright mark, and was contempt with that, feeling as though, at this point, he may have been one of the only ones to have no idea of where he was planning to direct his life in. He hadn't drawn a map that didn't consist of keeping a watchful eye on his 'ill' father.
The creek of a door made his fingers hesistate, before coming to a stop, shy greeting him before he was even able to react. Butterflies swirled and dipped at the bottom of his stomach, like he had been caught in a crime, and he slowly stood up, the sound of giggling freshman girls meeting the back of his ears. He wished they'd go away, leave him there alone with the piano, but he knew it'd soon be time for class, anyhow. Their eyes didn't meet, but he didn't mind, but he knew in the back of their minds they would. His imagination replaced their symmetrical faces that were placed in his head with animal heads, and their faces were gone. His eyes stayed away from others, so they didn't take it as an opportunity to socialize with him. He liked being anonymous amoungst students, but as the days closed in on his final days at that highschool, it was becoming difficult, especially with Charlie's new found interest in the boy. It left him dumb founded how she had even noticed his existence before the end of their highschool life, expecting to remain unnoticed by the other teenagers his age, but ever since she sat down with him at lunch one day, his anonymous code had been stripped of him. The faces he grew up him gave him curious looks, they judged him without even knowing who he was. This was something he had tried so hard to push away, being unnoticed meant no one bothered him in ways he felt uncomfortable.
Toby dodged fellow students, making no stop as he headed for his next and final class of the day. He wished for relief, but the fact that it was gym that he was nearing, his mind couldn't decide. He'd barely participate in the sports, or not at all. He always felt as though everyone was staring at him whole he ran with his shorts on, looking awkward like he always did. He felt as though he did not fit in with the class he was stuck with. He always seemed to be stuck with the jocks and preps, and it only made him even more self conscious. Their narrow-minded eyes allows slipped a second look at him now-a-days and he was beginning to want to hide away.
The locker room was quiet, aware that he had got there before anyone else, as the sound of the opening door as he entered echoed, and no one responded. He crept over, the feeling of being unwelcome taking over, and unease at the thought of someone coming in and starting an awkward one-sided conversation, in which Toby would not participate in. It had happened in recent times, where someone as high and mighty on the popularity throne, such as Benny, the football captain, had been alone with him in the changing room. Toby would quickly grab his clothes and hurry over to a bathroom stall, never dare changing in front of the eyes of the other boys, scared they might pick him apart. He repeated his routine, grabbing his clothes, and getting changed in a stall. The sound of groups of boys began to fill the space, as Toby changed into a loose white shirt, and a pair of black shorts. He detested having to change, only to change again at the end of class, as well as a shower.
Toby's gym class settled as ordinary, he had become used to the absence of his boyfriend in that class, Declan deciding to use that class as a resting period, taking a nap on a bench somewhere in the locker room. Before Toby realized the chances of actually having company through the whole gym class was next to rare, he sometimes sat by the sleeping Declan, waiting for when the boy would decide it was about time to go to class. Three full classes missed, spent watching, waiting, and listening to Declan sleep, before he gave in and gave up. But yet again, like so many gym classes before this one, he failed to fully take part in the physical activities. The teacher showed signs of disappointment, as he jogged by he'd hear him sigh, or some way of letting Toby know he needed to pick up the pace. But the end of the day came quickly for once, since the class was slack for once.
Toby made his way towards the locker room for the second time that day, making sure to sneak in before the rest of them, so he wouldn't get caught in gym-class traffic, as he called it. He did what he usually did, letting the rest of the guys wake up Declan, so Toby could get changed and Declan wouldn't be waiting around for Toby to get dressed, before putting his clothes back and going to wake Declan up.