Post by kodimoore on Oct 6, 2010 18:50:48 GMT -5
[/color][/center]KODIAK AARON MOORE, TWENTY, COLLEGE JUNIOR
"So babe, lets get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you by?"[/font]
Call me Kodi, or Moore, if you like going my last names.
"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]
paul griffiths? yeah. i've heard that a few times.
".. 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]
heh. well, you could probably call me a 'scene kid' but i'm far from being emo. my hair is generally dark brown but i dye it black because it looks better that way. i straighten it every morning, because it can get a little wavy. it comes down into my eyes and it's always down.
my skin is pale but that's just because i don't get enough sun. plus my mom is polish. i suppose i have her skin. there are a few freckles on my shoulders but that's about it. i hate them, actually.
i stand at 5'7" which is moderately tall, and that means i would weigh a healthy 125 pounds, though i'm still on the skinny side. my other noticeable features would be the fact that i have my nose pierced, a sparrow tattoo about the size of a quarter on my shoulder, and my tongue is pierced, but unless we're getting hot and heavy or you have an obsession with my mouth then you probably won't notice that as much.
my eyes are a lovely carmel color. if you want to get technical, they're light brown. but that sounds boring. like a brown paper bag. who wants brown paper bag colored eyes?
"You are too cute. You wear this kind of stuff often, or is this just for me?"[/font]
pretty much. my clothing style is simple. jeans that are in between skinny and boot cut. i'm not sure what they're called. i'm pretty much in those every day, and usually with a belt too. my t-shirts range from black to white, and every color in between. you might find one or two silly bandz on my arms, but not as many as some other people. that or a snap bracelet. oh, and you can bet i'm wearing converse or vans. i like the fact that the soles are actually as flat as a board.
"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]
actually, i'm openly gay, and i'm not planning to change because you think it's wrong or disgusting. the more you say that the more of a kick i get out of annoying the hell out of you!
"Damn. GET SOME! Hah. You wanna smoke? Drink? I got some drugs in the back if you want. -winks-"[/font]
i don't talk to drug dealers, you creepy ass. i don't smoke or drink either. well, maybe a bit of wine? my tastes on alcohol are 'expensive or nothing'.
"... Oh, so you must be a virgin, huh?"[/font]
that's funny. i'm not a virgin, but i don't go around sleeping with everyone i possibly can either. they're actual relationships. now flirting i can do easily!
"Knew it. So, you got any secrets? Come on, you can tell me. Promise this interview won't leak anywhere."[/font]
yeah. let's see..... when i was around seven i found out that my mother constantly cheated on my father when he was away. then again, who was to say he didn't cheat right back? i don't hate her for it, and i don't act suspicious toward him either.
"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe?"[/font]
heck yeah! i'm going to be a psychologist. what? you don't want to hear about peoples fucked up lives? i think it'd be interesting!
"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]
alright..... i think i'm pretty adaptive. is that the right word? basically things don't affect me too much. it has to be bad for me to get tore up over it. then again, you could also describe that as cautious in a way. i don't trust many people with my emotions. i don't put my heart into whatever sort of relationship we have, so if they do turn on me, i don't have to deal with much. i'm really happy most of the time. there isn't much that brings me down. its like i'm high, almost. except chances are if you tell me my mothers dying i'm going to freak. i imagine if you were high you wouldn't give a heck and would stand there grinning like an idiot. thats three right? i'm also pretty friendly. if you need a friend i'm willing to reach my hand out to you. of course, because i'm cautious, don't expect me to ask you to go hang out for a random reason, unless you're already there or if you asked me first. lastly i guess i'm pretty laid-back it takes a lot to get on my bad side. i'm really just go with the flow and relaxed.
"Couldn't agree more babe. Alright. Um.. Oh, here's another. Five likes and dislikes?[/font]
i like dancing, psychology, random photos, the zoo, and dogs. lets give more, no? i also like history, fall time, holidays, evenings, and root beer.
i really hate old people, rocking chairs, noisy fans, cats, and house work. i also don't like coffee, drugs, the smell of smoke, fire, and early mornings.
".. Kinky! So last question. Gimme the details, how'd you get to where you are today?"[/font]
i was born on a clear evening in October, the day of the twelfth. it was about seven thirty, making it a little dark outside, but not overly so. my mother named me after what a baby was named in a romance novel she had once read. kodiak. my middle name came from my fathers first name. aaron. the name moore had been in the family for ages, and had only been my mothers last name for two months now. they had gotten married because it was the wish of both families. but only because they had discovered that my mother was pregnant. i was the product of a drunken one night stand between two people who were supposed to be prim and proper. it was a monstrosity what they did, but my grandparents didn't blame it on me. however, the relationship between them and my parents were stressed, and it was in the air every time a visit was in progress.
i was mostly taken care of by a nanny for a long time. yes, a nanny. like i said, my mother was polish, and her family was into pottery, and they were rich. their money was used to help raise me. i was their next hope, and my fathers family felt the same way. the nanny was a kind woman, though her english wasn't that well. no, she wasn't hispanic, but german. she had to be from europe, and they flew her to america with a green card that lasted for seven years, before she was sent back to germany with enough money to sustain her family well until she got a job.
after i was seven i discovered that my mother was cheating on my father every time he went out of state for business. since we lived in the middle of this lovely state, that meant that he was hours away, and she had hours of warning before he got back. i walked into her bedroom and there she was on the bed with a man who had entered the house hours before hovering over her. it took me a few days to realize that what she was doing wasn't innocent and pure like i had hopped it would have been. in a way that's probably what caused me to be gay. or perhaps it was just the way i was born. i don't really care how you see it, and i don't give enough of a crap to figure it out.
i was sent to a prep school in new york when i was in middle school, and until i graduated high school. of course, because my grandparents were paying for it, i made excellent grades to please them. they were happy when they realized my career goal was something like a psychiatrist. at least it wasn't an on-road sales man like my father had been reduced to. that was due to his marriage to my mother. now he was probably using an 'escort' house to get his pleasure. it was better than a woman who hated you, wasn't it? at least they needed you for something.
when i got out of school i moved back into my mothers house until i got my acceptance letter from the college. now i live on campus and i hardly see my parents. however, my grandparents call every week, and i'm perfectly happy to talk to them. they are paying my way through college. it's the least i owe them. right?
"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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