Post by simon gerard parker on Nov 17, 2013 18:58:30 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] SIMON G. PARKER  SIMON | TWENTY-FOUR | LOCAL ------------------------------------------------- WELCOME, TAKE A SEAT. START OFF WITH YOUR NAME, HOW OLD ARE YOU? fuck you. i'm simon gerard parker and i'm twenty-four years old. and my birthday is november 25. ------------------------------------------------- AWESOME. ARE YOU A LOCAL? well now i'm a local you idiot. but no, originally i lived in new york. hitch hiked my way all the fucking way here with almost no money and doing odd jobs here and there to get what little money i actually had. i felt like a fucking mexican. ------------------------------------------------- NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED. GOT A BIG FAMILY? I'M AN ONLY CHILD. ha! family? yeah, right. i have no idea who my father was and my mother was a piece of shit. her name was abigail and she was fifteen when she had me. i was raised by her parents who were also pieces of shit. i have no siblings. except maybe on my father's side. my mother always did say he was a whore. ------------------------------------------------- GO FIGURE. DO YOU THINK YOUR FAMILY SHAPE WHO YOU ARE AS A PERSON? i'm the fucking golden boy. i'm perfect. see this face? it's perfect. i don't give a shit what you say. i do what i want and i get what i want, there's no stopping me. i don't let anyone stop me. courtney thought she could get away from me by coming here but i'm gonna prove her wrong. she can't get away from me. she is MINE. got a problem with that? huh? do ya? well then come at me, bro! i don't mind getting my hands dirty. or bloody. i'll leave you for dead in the streets you sack of shit. i'm not afraid of you. i'm not afraid of nothin'. not even death. why should i have to fear death? i've overdosed twice in the last three years and i still haven't died. i must be fucking jesus or something. not that he exists. he was just some dumb faggot who fucked with everyone. now that you mention it, he sounds kinda like me. yeah, maybe i AM jesus. heh. what, you want my goals now? shit, man. uh. well, finding courtney and dragging her ass back to new york with me is my main goal. she's the only reason i'm all the way out here. dumb bitch thinking she can get away from me. i'll pummel anyone who even THINKS about touching her. if anyone hurts her... i'll kill them. i swear to god i'll kill them. ------------------------------------------------- THATS DEEP, MAN. YOU SEEM PRETTY INTERESTING, YOU MUST HAVE AN INTERESTING BACK STORY, HM? oh, fucking hell. now you want to know my life story? gonna try and use it against me something? huh? christ. well, shit, i guess i better start with my parents. momma was a stripper in some club. she went home with these three guys one night and bam she got knocked up. her boyfriend wasn't very pleased with her and left her, kicking her out of the apartment and leaving her with nothing but the clothes on her back. so, pregnant and not knowing what else to do, she took up drug dealing and prostitution to raise money. lucky for me she never actually did any of the drugs. i might have ended up fucked up or something. but nope you're stuck with me how i am - like it or not! anyway, she eventually got the money to pay for this little dinky apartment just a few months before i was born. who knew a pregnant woman could make so much money hopping into random men's beds! i was born in november and it all went downhill from there. mom couldn't get a real job and couldn't find a babysitter so she kept selling herself, inviting these men over to our apartment and letting them have their way with her. i don't know how on earth she was never caught. probably fucked a few cops, that's how. i wouldn't be surprised. she's a worthless whore. sometimes these men would try and touch me or hit me but i wasn't having any of that. it started when i was around ten years old. i would always fight back - biting, kicking, clawing, screaming. they usually got bored and went after my mom. i saw her get knocked around quite a few times by these men. i didn't care. she was nothing to me. she barely even looked at me. wasn't like she wanted me or anything. school was rough and by seventh grade i quit going. i started drinking and doing drugs to pass the time. drugs were easy to get since my mom had so much of it. i started, of course, with marijuana which i still smoke today. thin i moved up to cocaine, which i use on occasion. i tried mushrooms twice, man that was something, nearly ended up in the hospital both times because i went fucking crazy. dropped acid a few times. but it was on my nineteenth birthday when i was introduced to heaven on earth. heroin. i've been using it ever since. the next year, when i was twenty, i met courtney. she was fucking... fifteen or sixteen, whatever. doesn't matter. i liked her, i admit it, i did like her. i still like her. maybe even love her, ya know? she's MINE and she needs to fucking learn that she's mine. i got her to run away with me - i had been living on the streets since i was her age, i left my mom one night and never looked back. so, anyway, we ran away together - her running from foster care and me running from some warrants i had, i don't even remember what for now. bitch gave me her v card. typical love story. but then she pissed me off one day when i was out of heroin and i hit her and it hasn't been the same since that day. she tried leaving me, which i prevented. i would take her money and anything else i could that would keep her with me. things got worse. we had some stupid fight that i don't remember, probably too drunk or high to remember what it was all about, and i threw a bottle at her. she got hurt. that was the last time i saw her. bitch left after i had passed out. but i've found her now. and i won't let her get away this time. ------------------------------------------------- MAYBE I SHOULDN'T HAVE ASKED. ANYWAY, THATS IT. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME. i'm coming for you, courtney. don't you think otherwise. ------------------------------------------------- THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED ZOMBIE AND SITS AT NINETEEN. SHE LIVES IN THE EASTERN TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO TIM ARMSTRONG, DON'T YOU THINK? |
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