Post by ronald joshua clark on Sept 11, 2009 6:15:43 GMT 1
ronald joshua clark
twenty-three . unemployed . jackass
twenty-three . unemployed . jackass
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character name - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]ronald joshua clark .
character nicknames - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]ronnie .
character age - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]twenty-three .
character personality - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]rude, obnoxious, liar, jerk, impolite, pushy, possessive, grabby, sarcastic, bitter, asshole, messy, alcoholic, uncaring, crude, vulgar, emotionless, fake, hurt, jealous, broken, promiscuous, loner, unfriendly, cold, lazy, hypocritical .
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people like ronnie truly aren't born that way. when he was just a little fetus he didn't get kicks out of kicking his mother in the ribs, or causing her to vomit in the mornings. his life isn't one of those things were it sucked from the minute out, he was bitter for no reason...nothing like that. but you'll see that all in good time. no, ronald was born to a good family. his parents had never had much money...nor had their parents, but it never really effected them. as long as they had a house, and a job, they were happy. of course ronald was too young to know much of what was going on at that time, but he was happy as well. what did he have to be unhappy for? he had caring parents, and a big family that loved him dearly, mostly made of cousins and uncles, until his sister was born when he was at the age of four.
no, he didn't dislike his sister. no, she wasn't the favorite. this isn't one of those stories either. everything in his life was completely normal for quite some time. at the age of five he went to school, and his sister went to preschool. he made a few friends in school...back then he was the sweetest kid ever. his teachers were always gushing about what a great kid he was, how he always shared his snacks with everyone. it was pathetic, but he was the most popular kid in his entire kindergarten class. but of course every guy has a best friend. ronnie's very best friend was none other than harry, a kid who's life wasn't quite as good as ronnie's, but ronnie wasn't one to judge. not back then.
and everything in his life stayed that way, too. ronnie played games with his sister, helped his mother cook supper, played at the park with harry and his dad...all that normal things. he listened to harry cry on the phone because his dad was drunk, and his mom had left. again. he was honestly the most caring, compassionate child. and as such a young age. everyone said he had such great potential...especially in art. but then, of course, everything had to go crumbling down. it always did.merely a few months after he turned ten years old he and harry, still attached at the hips, were walking to school. they always met at ronnie's house...which wasn't the best part of the town. no, it was the opposite. but none of them had expected what came next, and what came next was a drive-by shooting. and ronnie with his best friend dead.
ten years old seems like such a young age to be so jaded, but it was the age that fate chose ronnie to be. at first he was just sad...he didn't want to wake up. didn't want to leave his room. then he blamed himself...and then he started to blame others, but that wasn't until three years later when the grief just became too much. when he started partying with older boys, and staying out late. breaking hte rules. his parents were worried, they decided their so needed a change of scenery. it was at the age of fourteen that they all moved to florida together, and as much as ronnie tried to stop it it didn't work.
florida wasn't that bad. it wasn't that good either. being so far away from everything was supposed to help him, but it only made him worse. by the age of sixteen he was pretty much a full blooded alcoholic, and had even dabbled in drugs. the only thing that remained consistently good was his A+ average, and the art he'd been doing. many of his paintings worried his parents, as they hosted a bloody harry, but still ronald refused to get any help. "art is art" he would insist, when his parents burst into his room as he was painting. and he even believed it.
even now, years later, after graduating high school he believes as much. the sad thing? he's still living with his parents. he had no college under his belt. the only jobs he ever has are odd jobs, or him selling various pieces of art for barely anything. now, though, he had an excuse. because a month ago his mother was diagnosed with cancer. as much as he is always pretending not to care it's pretty obvious to everyone in the family that he does. but nonetheless he still continued to do nothing but drink, paint, and fuck up his life.
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ooc name: elizabeth
pb being used: ed westwick
years of experience: almost three!
membergroup: citizen
Delilah coulnd't help but note that Heath didn't say anything about her sarcastic comment, which pleased her. In her slightly (extremely) twisted mind she couldn't help but count it as a point for her. Delilah, one. Daniel, zero. So far things were going good...and the exact same way they always did. Kind of. There was a bit less screaming going on, mostly because they weren't just in school with their crazy school mates. If they had been the two of them probably would have been yelling in savage voices by now. But so far everyone around them probably wasn't even sensing the very obvious tension between the two of them.
Delilah had never wondered why they fought, though. She already knew there was no reason...other than that both of them just...liked to fight. At least she did - with everyone and anyone who would fight with her, really. But Heath was definitely her favorite person to fight with...although whether that was a good or bad thing probably depended upon your point of view. Either way it didn't matter, as long as she had someone to take her anger out on. Someone who would provoke her back instead of just ignore her, or cower in fear like a majority of people on earth. No, as much as Delilah hated his fucking guts, she couldn't help but be thankful that he was around. Or else she'd probably kill someone just because there was no one for her to vent her anger out on. Not to mention the fact that he never told her she was unlady-like for swearing like a sailor. Probably because he was even worse, if that was possible. But honestly. Did she really pass as someone who tried to look lady-like? Maybe upon first glance...but by the second it was pretty obvious that she wasn't.
As his comment about the freshman reached her ears she couldn't help but scowl. Score one for Daniel, which meant the two of them were tied for the time being. Delilah thought just as lowly of freshman as Daniel did, really. They were so fucking pathetic...and young. And immature. Sure, she was only two years older than them...but when she'd been their age she couldn't possibly have been that young. Not that she was particularly tall -- she wasn't. She never had been...but she was definitely mature for her age.
"Oh, yes. You know how I love helping out the lovely freshman. I've adopted a whole pack of them." She nodded as the words poured out of her mouth, knowing he'd get that she was being sarcastic. It was pretty obvious to everyone on earth that Delilah Brown wouldn't even be caught dead talking to a fucking freshman. They were at the bottom of the food chain, and she was at the top. She ate freshman for breakfast - she didn't adopt them. Or act friendly towards them in any way, shape or form. Of course Daniel was probably at the top too...they were definitely in the same place. Just another one of the many things the two had in common. Just another reason the two couldn't get along to save their lives. Why Delilah hated him so much she didn't know...she didn't even know for how long she'd hated him. The only thing that was obvious was that the two of them did hate each other. Always would, always had.
Narrowing her eyes she shrugged her thin shoulders and tucked her hair behind her ear, moving it out of her face. "Oh, of course you can stay." She replied, lamely. "You're so right in saying that. I adore hanging out with you. I've pretty much wanted to be your best friend since the second we met. Do you think that could be arranged?" Of course that was complete and utter bull shit. The only thing she'd wanted to do when they'd met was strangle him, just like everyone else o n earth. "As a matter of fact, you can eat my food!" She added, grinning mischeviously and pushing her tray towards him. "Unless of course...you want to be like them. "Them was, of course, the kids with eating disorder at their school. The people who were almost as bad as the freshies.
The second she felt his firm grip on her hand she knew she'd earned another point. It seemed touching was bad...she'd have to remember that. She hadn't exactly tried such a thing before...mostly because the very thought of touching him in any way bade her want to throw up. But as it stood she didn't care, because she was a point ahead. The fact that she was actually keeping score was pretty pathetic...but that's Delilah for you. "Right." She agreed, simply, deciding not to press her luck and touch him again...quite yet.
"Brown is not my name!" She snapped loudly, shooting him one of her worst glares, her eyes lighting up with anger. "It's my fucking fathers, so you can shut the hell up with that, Daniel." She was well aware that her outburst had probably gained him a point...but at that moment she didn't care. Brown did not suite her in any way. He was just saying it to be a douche bag, and she knew it.
