Post by ellareynolds on Sept 3, 2010 1:16:42 GMT -5
[/color][/center]NOAH JAMES MACINTOSH 23 COLLEGE SENIOR
"So babe, lets get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you by?"[/font]
-drinks- "Mac. Noah. Pick."
"Well, can't say it doesn't fit you. From the looks of you, I could think of just a few better. I'm just gonna call you babe for this interview. You mind? Great. Has anyone ever told you you look like.."[/font]
"Jake Gyllenhaal Yeah yeah."
".. Yeah, actually. You must get that a lot. You're kind of hot, I gotta say. But for the ears out there listening, you wanna explain what's cooking?"[/font]
"I'm used to it."
-looks at people in room after silence- "You are serious? Okay. Brown hair, tall. Good enough?"
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"In depth?
SHAGGY brown hair. What do you want me to say? My eyes are blue. I should shave more. It's not always in my control. I gotta hurry you know. Flying in and out of state. Business meetings. At least I am pulling it off cleanly."
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"My.. what?! I'm not explaining that.. .. You know what I am about to change my mind. Move on."
"You are too cute. You wear this kind of stuff often, or is this just for me?"[/font]
"You wanna know, huh? Nothing too much, I got to impress though, and I have omnipotence in this society. I got people breathing up my back asking me this same question. I don't know what brands, is that what you are asking? I don't have the answers, I know I have not worn anything cheaper than 100 bucks on me since grade school, give or take a pair of socks. Ha yeah. My dad's job. Macintosh? Perhaps you have heard of it?"
.. "The jacket's.. You wanna check? Take it if you like it so much, Ebay it, make a few hundred. I wear what they ask me to advertise, and I do not even know what's on my body."
"Ohh. Are you hitting on me? Haha. No, seriously, what are you? Gay or straight? You look kinda like a swinger, if you don't mind me saying..."[/font]
"..What kind of interview is this?"
"Damn. GET SOME! Hah. You wanna smoke? Drink? I got some drugs in the back if you want. -winks-"[/font]
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Could use a drink, thank you. In the process of renouncing my religion to cigarettes. -laughs- I.. can't to push the drugs matter, my dad would cut me off even further from the will. Hah. It isn't quite the secret anymore, is it? I went to rehab four times now."
.."Oh, for painkillers. Ah, Morphine and Fentanyl. Yeah. Rehab was mainly for the alcohol though they said."
.. "No I'm not an alcoholic.
Yeah, I had a drink before this. It was just a scotch."
.."Barely any."
... "Okay. Done. We're done.
New subject or I'm out of here."
"... Oh, so you must be a virgin, huh?"[/font]
What makes you think that? I'm not.
.. I don't want to go into that.
"Knew it. So, you got any secrets? Come on, you can tell me. Promise this interview won't leak anywhere."[/font]
"Secrets? Because of people like you, I don't have any secrets. I'm not an alcoholic, even if everyone thinks so. They do not know a think about me. You cannot apprehend what you don't know. Move on, alright?"
.. "Cooperate? What do you want to hear from me? I'm not a bad guy.
Everything you want to hear from me, you could hear on.. on.. on wikipedia, or some sort of tabloids. I went to rehab. Not a secret. Four times. Still no secret. My girlfriend's dead. Don't ask if I killed her, I didn't, the man's in jail."
.."What? Oh. No. I do not want to talk about that.
That was a long time ago. I had an affair with a teacher in high school. Big fucking deal, you know the story. Google it. There's no secrets anymore."
"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe?"[/font]
I'm not cold. You are prying, but thats what everyone does, huh. Stick noses in other's business.. Not like it matters, we're updating our business to Facebook by the hour practically. But I have priorities. Taking over my dad's company. Right now? I'm currently writing for the L.A. Times."
"Okay, okay. Don't get too excited. Half of those weren't even real questions.. Okay let's see. Oh, here's a good one. Describe yourself in five or more words. Easy, right? You could go more into detail if you want, I don't mind one bit."[/font]
"Five words? I am.. I.. ..Five? Okay. Handsome. One. What, isn't a personality trait? Ha ha okay. Competent.. Brilliant. Assiduous. Rich. I consider myself pretty equitable. That's five. That is five, right? Yeah. Some call me hard headed, impatient. I'm not. Look, there is a very big difference between being hard headed and being stubborn - a quality that would have lost fights through the US and got everyone nowhere."
"Couldn't agree more babe. Alright. Um.. Oh, here's another. Five likes and dislikes?[/font]
"Mn. In what, a person, or in general? Right. First sip of a iced bourbon or scotch after a long day, you know what I mean? -Laughs-
No but really, my likes I'd say in a person are really unknown to me. I do not know what attracts me to a person, but when I see them, I know. Not just based on looks, though I'm a prick, huh? Looks matter. I am not going to deny that.
Dislikes.. God I hate pushy girls. My dad is a BILLIONaire. You think there's girls that wants me for my personality? Hook me up with her. They tend to get murdered."
".. Kinky! So last question. Gimme the details, how'd you get to where you are today?"[/font]
"Long story. Details, huh? I'll keep it simple. Just don't point fingers. I am not a criminal, or a bad guy. Don't get any ideas, don't interrupt, just listen.
Dad created the Mac computer. Why do you think it is called Macintosh? Last name. My dad created the company, and wealth poured in. Married Sharon before that."
.. "Sharon's my mom. Or was. She's dead. Committed suicide when I was fourteen."
.. "No don't worry about it. Doesn't upset me hardly anymore."
"But anyway.." -scratch face- "You know, I went on to live with my dad. I don't remember ever being poor, but apparently we were at one point. Or, sorry, excuse me. Not poor. Average. Common salary.. Well. Less, he was experimenting with electronics. And you know, break through. Married Sharon - you know, my.. mom - before he even started that. So pretty much raised in wealth. Big mansion, all that. Wasn't always a mansion, but always nice. Few years after Sharon's suicide - oh, wait. Let me elaborate on that. Sharon was used to the whole tight knit family thing. My dad got into work too much, and I.. Yeah. She's... she's gone, that's all.
Moving on. I started seeing my teacher. How that came up? My dad, he wanted me to have a good future. So he pays for extra tutoring, gave me no life growing up. Just work. -laughs-
Anyways, after school lessons at my house, he was never home. I was fifteen, and we started having sex every time she came over. yeah, teacher, tutor, and well. You get it. She's in jail now.
Yup, my dad found out. Well, he did not. The maid decided she was sick of hearing it." -laughs-.. "Yeah, yeah.
So anyways, we "broke up" when I was seventeen, and she, well, jail. Out now, I am guessing. Probably not as hot after ten years. Forty something.. She was Thirty. So, yeah. And that was a joke. She was good looking, but she was a woman. Alright?
Fast forward to nineteen, I got in a car accident. Oh, still living with my dad. Or was then. It was pretty damn bad, and I didn't get off the morphine for my back. Are not anymore, but was addicted for a bit.. and started drinking in high school, more in college. I am not an alcoholic though. No one seems that.
Got a girlfriend at twenty. I mean, a real one, someone I met on a trip to Cuba. She was a cute. Bright. Everything, you know? I..
.. I.. Anyway
She, well. I've been kidnapped before three times. Son of a big company guy, running around. Nothing bad has ever happened, just a bruise or two. Not fun, but the police are always on it. I thought it was someone like that, but.. Uh. Our relationship was really on the down low. The guy just picked her up off the side of the road.. I was the last one seen with her at a party, dropped her off in front of her house I thought. She and I were drunk, and just, the evidence pointed completely to me, I did not kill her. They can say I did over and over, but never did. I do not have a large complexion of that night but I just remember I went home after that. I would have remembered killing her.
So.. Anyway. This is getting way to long. I got to go be somewhere in an hour. To wrap it up, my dad sent me here to finish college, because he thinks I have been abusing his money on alcohol. Have not been. And a few too many parties at my house. I've been kicked out, but still, I'm open to all his cash, and supposed to inherit his career. Looks like I am stuck here till then, getting through college, writing for the paper, might join the army, god fucking knows."
"Awe, well. Least you're still alive. Got yourself, right? That's the spirit. We'll look at your interview and give you the results, so sit tight for a few minutes, okay? And don't you dare think about leaving. I'll find you and interview you again. Don't get pissy with me, I'm just the goddamn interviewer."[/font]
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