Post by wyatt on Oct 31, 2010 18:48:54 GMT 10
[/color] He took his time, allowing his fingers to trace the straps before one hand drifted over her shoulder and up her neck to rest briefly on her cheek. “I said I could do better, not that I wanted to. Come on, Miss Parker. You wouldn’t have told me you were going to be here if you didn’t expect I would come on. And, between you and me, you’re the only one up there that’s worth five hundred dollars. More, even, but I didn’t want to be too flashy.”[/color]-- WYATT BENJAMIN RICE !
-- NAME: Wyatt Benjamin Rice
-- NICKNAMES: Wy, Rice, Wifi by his sister.
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: 18, July 20th
-- BIRTH PLACE: Capeside, Massachusetts
-- ORIENTATION: Trapped in the closet.
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: 12th
-- PLAYED BY: Francisco Lachowski-- PERSONALITY !
-- PLAYFUL: From a young age Wyatt had always displayed a sunny disposition. He liked the smile and giggle and coo in his mother’s arms as an infant and as he grew he never stopped. He liked playing around. From practical jokes to goofy gestures. If there was a serious bone in his body, it was well hidden. Often regarded as a goofball, no one really seems to consider that his playfulness might be a coping mechanism. Wyatt needs to be liked and if avoiding serious situations by being playful will allow that, he will. Besides, no one ever asks the kid pulling faces why he doesn’t talk about his mother.
-- LAZY: Possibly encouraged by his little sister’s willingness to play tidy homemaker, it is well known that Wyatt is a lazy slob. While he appears well kept and clean on the outside, one look into his bed room is enough reason to call him a lost cause. It isn’t as though he means to be lazy. He just finds himself too busy to deal with trivial things like picking up after himself and not letting his floor get covered in clothes and empty Mountain Dew bottles. He is, if anything, a typical teenage boy.
-- SHALLOW: Shallow. Usually when people use the word they’re talking about the kinds of people who won’t give a second look to those who aren’t beautiful on the outside. But it means something different in relation to Wyatt. It’s really the only word he could think of to explain the way he cares about his position on the social ladder. Wyatt is almost obsessed with looking like the perfect version of a teenager. Popular, well liked, desired. It’s a shallowness a lot of people can relate to. Unfortunately, it’s this image that keeps him from being true to himself.
-- LOVES: swimming, sugar, soda, junk food, movie marathons, his little sister, trashy celebrity gossip websites, jelly beans, sweaters, blondes
-- HATES: talking about his mother, social outcasts, being older than his classmates, alfredo, the color red, big bugs, people who believe the witch stories, bad weather, cleaning, being sick-- HISTORY !
There was a time in the Rice family where everything was perfect. There was a father and a mother, and two very beautiful children. Wyatt could remember fond times with his mother. Picnics with her and Beth on the days when they didn’t have school, her tucking him in and singing him songs when he was sick. There were a lot of little things about mothers that people didn’t realize they had until their mothers were gone. Perhaps Wyatt was a bit naïve to think his mother would always be around. Especially considering her state after she miscarried her third pregnancy.
It was hard to watch the woman who wiped away your tears deteriorate in front of your eyes, especially as a child. It was obvious that the young boy had become numb to it after awhile. He did what he could to help his mom when she was having her off days, but he was young. He was more of a burden to her in those times than he was a help. But that wasn’t his fault and he knew that. It both did and did not come as a shock when he was fifteen and got the urgent phone call to come home. And like that the woman at the head of their house was gone.
Wyatt didn’t talk about it. He never did. At first he tried, but he didn’t really know what he was supposed to say. It made him uncomfortable and sad, and they were supposed to be moving on. They shifted their family around to fill the gap and had pretty much learned to take care of themselves without Isabelle.
Zoom in on adolescence. Subtracting the tragedy from his teen years and what you were left with was a boy, a year behind --all his family problems caused him to flunk a year - who wanted nothing more than to be on top of the world. Normalcy was something he strived for. Popularity was something he wanted. Really, it all came quite naturally to him. Wyatt was large and in charge, even if he was a year behind. Except when it came to dating. But he didn’t want to go there. He never wanted to go there. It would ruin everything for him. He’d rather just hide behind being playful, popular Wyatt with his little sister and his dad at either side.-- SAMPLE !
REALLY NOT WANTING TO SEE Maura be near Dallas at all, Christian took the opportunity to look down in his glass at the first sign of contact between the two. He’d be sure to mention to her later how he didn’t like seeing them together. Chances were that she wouldn’t care, but he had his ways of convincing her, certainly. Had Maura not recalled the bit of information she had provided him with about her being here? It was just another one of the many reasons Chris had showed up, not that he wasn’t going to before he found out that she was going to be there. Her telling him that she would be attending was like an open invitation, she had to know. Hell, Chris believed there was a chance that she wanted him there, why else would she tell him? To make him jealous? Pfft. She’d have to do a lot worse than that, a whole hell of a lot worse. Brilliantly amused as his bid was the highest, Christian looked up out of his glass and back up at the stage. Maura could let Dallas kiss her all she wanted, he wasn’t the one who had won this time. Besides, Chris didn’t believe that Dallas was her type at all. He was just another face, she was just doing this to piss him off, to make him realize what he’d missed out on.
It was Christian’s intention to make her realize exactly why she had wanted him so badly in the first place. That was the game, wasn’t it? It was a constant push and pull of power over one another and whoever had it for the time being was on top of the world. Right now that power was in the middle of being transferred from one party to another and Chris felt like he was the one who was going to come out on top this time. She might be able to flaunt Dallas in front of his face, but Christian had the home field advantage. He’d been here all summer long, while she was in Tahiti and wherever the hell else she went with her hysterical joke of a boyfriend. Feeling quite smug, Christian wiggled his fingers in reply to the finger she’d given him so politely from the stage. Who cared? It was just a finger. Her attempts were boring and mediocre. As soon as she made her way off that stage, Christian would be the one who was on top of his game, not Maura, who made an honest effort. She just happened to fall short of the Crawford standard. “That’s what I thought,” Christian spoke out loud to himself when he heard the auctioneer declare his bid as the highest and shout ‘sold’ at the crowd. Dallas could stick that in his pipe and smoke it for all Chris cared.
When Maura found her way over to where he was sitting, Christian politely stood up and removed his jacket, draping around her shoulders so she wouldn’t be so naked. He was mostly ignoring the things she had to say, writing them off as nonsense as he busied himself with buttoning up the middle button of the three-buttoned blazer. After that was finished, greedy fingers lifted to touch the straps of the bra she was left in when she had exited the stage area. “I pictured you in white, but I have to say… I’m more partial to your skin.”
Leave it to Christian to be calm and collected while she got mad at him for pulling this stunt. But really, who wouldn’t? It was perfect, she’d practically set it up for him. All he had to do was show up and bid, something he’d planned on doing anyway. It was as if there was no effort needed on Christian’s part at all. Oh, the stars certainly were aligned for the Crawford boy. That was for sure. “We could go somewhere more private, if you’d like. I’m sure you aren’t too fond of standing there in your underwear in a room full of men who’ve had more to drink tonight than in their entire lives. Or maybe that’s your thing?” Chris asked, picking up his scotch glass to offer it to the female.
-- OOC !
-- NAME OR ALIAS: Jesse
-- AGE: 20
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: This. App. Sucked.
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: Coitus.
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