Post by merrick on Nov 1, 2010 21:40:58 GMT -5
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MERRICK LUCIUS DRAKE 22 DROPOUT
played by DEE
"So babe, lets get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you by?"[/font]
Merrick if you know what’s good for you. Call me Merri and I’ll punch a whole through your pretty little face.
"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]
Some emo bitch named Brandon Killen, or something like that.
".. 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]
Kinda’ hot? Try drop dead gorgeous. Well, I dyed my hair black and red but I missed some spots so there is still some brown in it from my last dye job. I don’t style it at all because I couldn’t be bothered to. I don’t really know what else to tell “the ears”. I got two spacers in my ears, and my septum and tongue are pierced. I also got an ampallang piercing. I just got vines and veins tattooed on my back to go along with the stars tattooed in my dick.
"You are too cute. You wear this kind of stuff often, or is this just for me?"[/font]
Just because I am 4’9” does not make me cute! Go to hell! I wear whatever the hell I can find. Most of my clothes I borrow off of other people with no intention of giving them back. Mostly it’s just hoodies and tee shirts.
"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]
Depends, are you a good lay? I’m pansexual, which is just a fancy way of saying I’ll screw anything alive and human.
"Damn. GET SOME! Hah. You wanna smoke? Drink? I got some drugs in the back if you want. -winks-"[/font]
I could go for some, yeah. Whatever you got for all three is cool.
"... Oh, so you must be a virgin, huh?"[/font]
HAH! Yeah right.
"Knew it. So, you got any secrets? Come on, you can tell me. Promise this interview won't leak anywhere."[/font]
I swear to God if any of this gets out I will find you and kill you slowly. I have night terrors, which is secret number one, and after I wake up I get super cuddly and in most cases I cry. I’m a chronic liar, but only about the little shit. I don’t usually lie about the big stuff, mostly because people don’t believe me anyway. I may or may not have wet the bed until well after I should have, and I have never been able to keep a pet.
"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe?"[/font]
I don’t have goals. I can’t even set a daily goal let alone a life long one. Unless “life fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse” counts.
"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]
I have a “pervasive pattern of disregard for, and violation of, the rights of others that begins in childhood” blah blah blah. I “fail to conform to social norms” and I “repeatedly lie and perform acts that are grounds for arrest”. I “lack remorse and am easily aggressive with a disregard for the safety of myself and others”. At least that’s what the therapists tell me.
"Couldn't agree more babe. Alright. Um.. Oh, here's another. Five likes and dislikes?[/font]
likes? I like drugs and drinking and a good party. Mooching off of people is always fulfilling and I’m actually a big fan of painting. I enjoy being shirtless, scaring people, and Victorian things. Satin, cemeteries, spider webs, surrealism, macabre, the works. I pretty much dislike everything else. Hospitals, not getting my way, being sober, dogs, tea, cute things, babies, zombies, bugs, motherly people. Whatever.
".. Kinky! So last question. Gimme the details, how'd you get to where you are today?"[/font]
My mother was a ballet dancer who got knocked up while on a tour. Getting pregnant with me was pretty much her worst nightmare. She was too big of a whore to know who the baby daddy was until after I was born. Why she didn’t just have an abortion is beyond me, because from day one she despised me. I ruined her dance career so she couldn’t stand me. My dad, Raphael, ditched after they found out he was my dad. I was left in the care of someone who hated my guts, so no wonder I’m so fucked up. She enrolled my in private school so she only had to deal with me two months of the year, and those were the worst two months ever. I actually didn’t mind private school, simply because it was away from her. I spent most of my time there in the library. I was a bright kid. Cute too. I didn’t get along with most of my teachers and I didn’t have any friends at all, but I enjoyed it. Well, aside from the times when kids tried to pick on me that is. I beat the shit out of them though.
Whenever I was back home with my mother I would rather die than be in the same room with her. I understood more than she ever gave me credit for. She was a huge fucking junky and spent all of her time done lines off of whatever guy she could find. She never gave me the time of day, so I pretty much took care of myself. I pretty much lurked around and stayed invisible. She’d beat the crap out of me if I bugged her while she was “working”. She treated me like total shit. I watched in the shadows when a bunch of men beat her senseless until she wasn’t moving any more. I was nine years old and I still remember feeling terrified and overjoyed at the same time. It took a while for me to realize that she was dead, and of course I had no idea what the fuck to do about it. I kind of just walked around Iron Mountain until someone took the time to talk to me. I was sent to live with my father Raphael.
Raphael was married to this bitch Carly who adopted me so I was officially theirs. I didn’t make it easy on them though. They said that they couldn’t relate to me because I wouldn’t let them get close. I didn’t talk about my mother no matter how hard they tried and I spent more time in the attic than anywhere else. I managed to find a hole in the attic wall that I turned into a little hide out. I started getting really sick really fast though. I would get faint and exhausted really easily, and I got very bad migraines and night sweats. I wasn’t diagnosed with anything until I was twelve though, when I was hospitalized with pneumonia. I was diagnosed with cancer and started going through treatment when I was thirteen. I had a tutor keeping me up with school but I was bored. I was cruel to my room mates until they gave me a solitary room of my own. I was diagnosed with conduct behaviour while in the hospital and was labelled “a danger to others”. I was there for almost three years before being released, but it took four years of being out of yhe hospital to be “cured”.
High school was uneventful. I got into drugs and I mostly just beat the crap out of people. I was cruel to people and got into a lot of law trouble. It probably wasn’t the best life to take on after getting out of the hospital, but I’m not dead so who cares. I started getting night terrors in high school, but I dropped out in my final year. I moved out of my parents place into a shitty apartment with four other guys who are just like me.
"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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