Post by riley on Aug 18, 2011 21:57:11 GMT -5
RILEY ANDREW FLINT-PRESTON
[/i][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]twenty-two, local, unemployed, straight, procrastinator, ryan reynolds, charming
this is riley. he's not a winner by any means. he barely made it through high school, having to repeat his grade twelve year due to failing every class. he had always been this way, he's been completely un-motivated for his entire life. in his early childhood, he didn't learn to walk or talk at the normal rate. he actually took a lot longer. in elementary school, he was always getting in trouble for back-talking teachers and not respecting his classmates. this carried on throughout high school, and his parents just didn't even care about their son's laziness anymore - he'd learn at some point in his life that he's on a long hard road to nowhere, and they wouldn't be there to pick up the pieces anymore.
he's the middle child in his family, with an older sister and a younger sister. riley has never put much effort into having a relationship with either, and doesn't really fit the role of protective brother very well at all. during family dinners, riley was always the one to make inappropriate comments or actions, and at family reunions he was almost never invited by his own parents. they found his slobbishness to be embarrassing, but riley didn't care. that just meant he got the weekend to himself to be free and walk around the house however he wanted - clothed or not.
when riley did go to school, though, people generally liked being around him. he has a way with words that is his own, and always has something to say about everything. you couldn't really count him as a 'class clown', but he's not the opposite either. he's witty and sarcastic, and is actually a nice guy if you get to know him well enough. considering how lazy he is, he actually made it to quite a few high school parties - he still goes them, actually - and was usually with the group that caused trouble.
even though a lot of girls would find his lifestyle and choices disgusting, he's good at keeping all of that under the table well enough that he can actually be quite charming. if you didn't know him, you'd say he could clean up pretty well, but if you do know him, you just know that under that suit and tie there's a guy who just still couldn't give a damn about himself or others. he's had a few girlfriends, nothing too serious though. he doesn't like being pushed around and he especially doesn't like being told to grow up or to do something. that's a deal breaker right there. he just wants to have fun and live a completely care-free life.
texts
to: kaden (1-395-555-4892) 7:49pmyou're such an idiot. i'm not leaving if there's not gonna be girls there. what would i waste my time?
to: kaden (1-395-555-4892) 7:52pmhaha, fine. you bring the booze i'll bring the weed. see you at ten
to: mom (1-395-555-3825) 9:42pmcan you bring me down some food or something
to: mom (1-395-555-3825) 9:43pmwell that was rude
to: mom (1-395-555-3825) 9:45pmwell i just broke my leg trying to get out of bed and now i can't get up because it's broken and you don't even care. brb, killing myself
to: mom (1-395-555-3825) 9:47pmyou can't just not care
to: mom (1-395-555-3825) 9:50pmyou're so sweet. i'll have a coke too, sugz.
to: mom (1-395-555-3825) 9:51pmwell what do you want me to call you then? mom is too ~mainstream. how does arnold sound to you
grades from senior year
class: mathematics
grade: f
comments: coming to class and completing assignments would assist you in finishing this class.
class: woodworking
grade: c
comments: making inappropriate jokes about the name of this class would probably boost your mark. better luck next semester.
class: phys ed
grade: c
comments: having a loose tooth is not an excuse for missing 2 weeks of gym class.
class: english
grade: f
comments: copying and pasting entire entries from wikipedia will make you fail. please learn from this experience.
class: chemistry
grade: f
comments: suggesting we start a marijuana 'grow op' in the back room is not appropriate, and can get you reported to police.
comments from ex-classmates
katelyn - "riley was a lot of fun. if we didn't want to do something for a class we would like, tell him to say something to the teacher and they would like go on for a long time about it. and sometimes he'd just like get in trouble so the teacher wouldn't even be in the classroom because he'd be giving him shit out in the hallway."
nathan - "sorry, who?"
carter - "haha, i fucking love this kid. i wish i could be as careless as him, but i sort of want to do something with my life. i wish him all the luck in the world so he can accomplish something besides having the record for the most time spent on a couch."
allison - "he is such an asshole. i'm embarrassed to saw this, but we hooked up at a party once. i actually thought he was a nice guy until he never spoke to me again. he didn't even look at me at school. ugh, he's such a dick."
mark - "fuck, i hate him. he does nothing and deserves nothing. i have no clue why people would want to be around him. he's just a douchebag to everybody and thinks he's hot shit. he's a fucking loser, man."
hey so, my name is corinne and i'm 17. i live in the mountain time zone and play n/a as well. here's some of my work.
Shane looked up from his hand to the girl that had spoken to him. She had obviously seen him fall, and that was embarrassing. The tips of his ears turned a light pink and he nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks." He wiped his hand off on his pant leg and took in a deep breath to calm himself. Why had he fallen? He was running perfectly fine. Shane turned his head around to look and found a crack in the sidewalk. The culprit. He kicked it lightly with the toe of his shoe and shook his head.
He didn't even remember that he had let go of his iPod until he put his hands in his pockets and couldn't feel it there. He furrowed his eyebrows together and took a quick glance into the grass. Something shiny caught his eye, and he knew it was the iPod. Shane walked over to it, bent over, and picked it up. The boy examined the object for a moment, and discovered that there weren't any scratches on it. Thank heavens. Having a scratch on the screen of an iPod was one of the things he found most annoying.
After Shane put the iPod back in his pocket, he walked over to where he was standing before and just noticed the dog that this girl had behind her. He raised an eyebrow and studied the animal for a moment, then gestured towards it. "Nice dog." He gave one of his classic half-smiles, and kept his eyes on the dog. After a moment, though, he decided to look at the girl again.
He had seen her before, he knew that much. He just couldn't put a name to her face. She probably went to school with him, but wasn't in the same grade. And if she was, well, she must've been new and hadn't crossed his path before. But lucky for her, today was the day that she encountered Shane. It was bothering him how he didn't know her name, though. Without thinking about how he could rephrase the question, Shane spoke. "What's your name?" He frowned at himself and shook his head. "I mean, like, I've seen you before, I think. But I don't really know who you are." Shane honestly couldn't think of any names that would fit who she was. Hmm. He'd find out soon enough though, right?
He didn't even remember that he had let go of his iPod until he put his hands in his pockets and couldn't feel it there. He furrowed his eyebrows together and took a quick glance into the grass. Something shiny caught his eye, and he knew it was the iPod. Shane walked over to it, bent over, and picked it up. The boy examined the object for a moment, and discovered that there weren't any scratches on it. Thank heavens. Having a scratch on the screen of an iPod was one of the things he found most annoying.
After Shane put the iPod back in his pocket, he walked over to where he was standing before and just noticed the dog that this girl had behind her. He raised an eyebrow and studied the animal for a moment, then gestured towards it. "Nice dog." He gave one of his classic half-smiles, and kept his eyes on the dog. After a moment, though, he decided to look at the girl again.
He had seen her before, he knew that much. He just couldn't put a name to her face. She probably went to school with him, but wasn't in the same grade. And if she was, well, she must've been new and hadn't crossed his path before. But lucky for her, today was the day that she encountered Shane. It was bothering him how he didn't know her name, though. Without thinking about how he could rephrase the question, Shane spoke. "What's your name?" He frowned at himself and shook his head. "I mean, like, I've seen you before, I think. But I don't really know who you are." Shane honestly couldn't think of any names that would fit who she was. Hmm. He'd find out soon enough though, right?