Post by blaine alexandar on Nov 11, 2008 5:51:56 GMT -8
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regrets are worthless, the time has passed, and no one understands,
and to say the least, the years have been unfair.
, they holla affy. and i'm wearing 19 chains. i have one split personalities. and their names are isolde lively. you can reach me at fobs-r-us@hotmail.com, MSN, pm, or via my banana phone.[/center]
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[/color][/font] just rock and roll. )[/color][/font]you can tell your story and coat it any way but you will never change
who you trying to play now.[/center]
, nicknames . Being second of twin he acquired from his sister the nickname B2 – she, of course, is B1. It’s a nickname only blair and very close friends are allowed to use, he is sometimes referred to by his middle names, Scott, tyler, ty.
, age/birthday .sixteen, twenty second of September
, grade .junior
, occupation . student
, sexuality . straight
, canon or original . cannon
, face claim . adam brody
, distinguishing features and appearance .
PEIRCINGS; Blaine is deathly afraid of anything with a pointy end….enough said
TATTOO; He has a picture of the banana in pajamas on the inside of his right forearm. Considering his fear of needles, its surprising he has a tattoo at all…but its amazing what half a bottle of vodka will do for confidence levels..
SCARS; He has a small scar behind his right ear lobe from a dog bite, one between his second and middle toe from axe blade, and two across his left knew from a tangle with a rather angry tree branch. And that’s not accounting for the vast array of minor scrapes and bumps he’s acquired in childhood pursuits. The alexandar children have a talent for hurting themselves.
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[/color][/font] become what you hate. )[/color][/font]how could i have been so blind how could i have ignored so many signs
especially when my friends warned me about your deceptive side.[/center]
, dislikes . Christianx1000, his mothers adulterous ways, shai, sophie, noah, elitism, skinny jeans, jocks, drama, snobs, stupidity, pretenders, clowns, pop, country, hardcore, girls that try to hard, shopping, alcohol straight, cigarettes, small spaces, crowds, and for the most part – socialization.
, fears . Catching the stupidity bug from all the rich dumb kids, clowns, other peoples blood,
, habits . staying home and munching dutch dark chocolate, reading comics, always rubs his left earlobe whenever he’s lying – something only blair knows.
, strengths . Intelligent, Resourceful, Perceptive, making people laugh, can climb any tree - anywhere
, weaknesses . Blair, dutch dark chocolate, immature,
, goals .
-Writing his own book
-Owning a toy shop
-Finding himself a faithful Mrs.Alexandar
-Convincing said Mrs.Alexandar that a toy shop is a goodidea
, secrets . that he knows zeek likes blair, knew their mother was cheating long before anyone else did, the real reason he moved back in his father
, personality .
TWODIMENSIONAL//Blaine around close friends and Blaine around prefect strangers is two completely different things. On one hand he is funny, outspoken, straight shooting and you actually see his blood-tie to Blair. But on the other he is reserved, quiet and somewhat anti-social. Its even worse when he gets around pretty girls, the poor boy has no game.. at all.
DIEHARDNERD// Blaine definitely fits the nerd cliché, all except for the suspenders and two-inch thick glasses. If it wasn’t for his money, impeccable grooming, designer clothes, and relation to Blair he would probably be teased mercilessly. It is not a part of himself that he’ll ever deny, he’s smart, he read comic books, he understands algebra, and can code html, he even stays home on the weekends sometimes, and he is comfortable with that.
PERCEPTIVE// Blaine is a very perceptive boy, perhaps it’s the role of observer that he tends to take most of the time, perhaps its just a gift, but he sees things that other people miss, is able to pick up on emotions and subtle signs that the more high-octane talk a million miles an hour people do. Which is how he knows about the Zeeks feelings for Blair. Blair found out at a young age how perceptive Blaine was, and has since mastered to art of hiding her true feelings from the boy.
AMBITIOUS// Blaine is a very driven, very goal orientated sort of boy. He knows what he wants and he goes after it. He tackles everything whether it be, school work or his dream of writing, head on. He is very focused, and it would take a lot to stop him from achieving it.
IMMATURE// Blain is, as a rule, a big kid at heart. He finds it hard to take anything seriously, except schoolwork. He is messy, unreliable, and never on time. But what he lacks in this department he makes up for in entertainment value.
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[/color][/font] get it together. )[/color][/font]maybe we'll see this through if we get it together
maybe i'll get to you. if you get it together.[/center]
, mothers . Rebecca Ann Johnson, designer
, siblings . Blair Leigh-Anna Alexandar - twin
, other relatives . Grandpa Charles & Grandma Rose
, hometown . Hollywood
, current residence . Hollow Creek
, pets .Montauk, Alaskan Malamute
, history . [partially snaked from blairs bio…hope that’s alright]
B1 and B2, the pair have been inseparable since the moment they were born. Blair liking to lord it over him that she was born first, and was, therefore, oldest…oldest by a brief few minutes, but oldest none the less. The Twins had a rather normal childhood, a little more lavish then most but not by much. They did most things little kids did, soccer, karate, ballet, music. Most of these lasted only a few weeks, they had a much better time hanging out with one another.
And then came the fighting. While Blair became confused by it, Blaine already knew why. He wasn’t about to tell his sister about, because so emotionally distressed by it himself. Being nine and knowing something like this was a lot to bear. He’d noticed the way his mothers attitude had started to change, how she would often spend hours talking to one the phone to something, someone clearly not their father, because she would always hang up abruptly moments before he walked through the door. He even spied a strange guy leaving via the back fence early one morning that their father was away on a business trip. The fights intensified. Soon, their dad started coming home really, really late and taking more and more business trips, after awhile he just didn't come home and Rebecca told Blaine and Blair that they were getting a divorce and the Travis had been cheating on her. A couple months later after their Tenth birthday they moved to New York with their mom.
After living in New York for a few weeks, their mom moved them in with her boyfriend Christian. He was nice enough but Blaine remained very distant, a hate growing deep inside for the man who had stolen his mother away from his beloved father and made him move here. It corroded him inside out, whilst Blair became popular and went out a lot with her friends, Blaine stayed home, keeping well out of the social radar. They got to go to Washington once a month to see their dad, and sometimes got to spend holidays with him. One of the times Blaine told his dad that he had known the whole time about his mum cheating, Blair had been out at the time, and the weight of it was killing the boy. He wanted to move back with his father, but he didn’t want to leave his sister. And then his mom announced her & Christian were getting married, Blair was slated to be the Maid of Honor and got to help with the planning. Blaine, however, flat refused to be a part of the thing at all. He had a rather long fight with his step-father over it, and was eventually bribed into compliance with some rather nasty threats concerning Blair. If he didn’t already hate the guy, he would have after that night.
One night Christian's family visited and during the dinner Christian mentioned how he loved all 6 years he & Rebecca had been together, and couldn't wait for more. Blair laughed and corrected him because he & Rebecca have been together for 5 years because her mom has only been divorced from Travis for 5 years. Her mom said, "Oh wow, I thought it had been longer too." And that’s when Blaine knew the truth was going to come out, just looking at Blair told him that it was all starting to click. When she found out, Blair was really upset and began yelling at her mother, screaming and crying hysterically. The boy took her out to the fire escape to calm her down, which, if left alone, would have worked. Christian, had other ideas though, and he followed them out and began yelling at Blair, when Blaine told him to back off, he didn't listen and lunged at Blair, she wasn't hurt to bad, but a broken bar on the fire escape ripped through her dress and tore through the skin on her back. She had to go to hospital. Blaine got into a fight of his own, Christian ended up with a black eye, and Blaine, a cracked rib. He only stayed because his mother refused to let him to travel on a plane seriously injured. He barely said more than a few words to his step-father after that, spent most of his time brooding alone.
As Blaines attachment to Blair danced the fine line between love and co-dependency, he found it hard to live without her. Everytime he went to leave, however, his mother would plead with him not to, or Christian would come at him with more threats. Serious threats. One day he lost it, getting into yet another fight with his step-dad, his mother got in the way, taking the side of Christian instead her own blood. That was the last straw, he left that night.
He still hasn’t told Blair any of this.
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[/color][/font] like a movie. )[/color][/font]tried to forget about living a good life free of positions
make her feel vulnerable she's loved and she's lost.[/center]
, extra, extra .I live in Aus, I study three days a week and have a lot of stuff going on most weekends…I’ll prolly be on at least once, usually more every day…the hours will be pretty varied.
, the rules. admined it!
, sample. “Where has that boy got to now?” Leila said irritably as she searched the house. Byron was gone – again. He was always doing that. Her roommate looked on, leaning against the doorframe, amusement dancing in his eyes as he lay witness to her mother instinct. She couldn’t help it, she was more than a little protective of her creation, despite the fact that he could easily fend for himself. “Tell me again why that one tree hill guy is living with us?...” Pressed Landon, looking intently at her. It was only a question he’d posed half a million times in the past few days, one that Leila was constantly dodging. She wasn’t about to tell him the truth….
He’d laugh in her face.
“It’s a long story…one I don’t have time to explain” Leila replied, straightening, gathering her things from the kitchen counter she exited quickly. It didn’t take long to find him, draped languidly on the counter of the nearest food shop. “Are you Chad Michael Murray….” The girl serving asked, voice tremulous with excitement. Leaning closer Byron smiled slowy, seductively. “That depends…” Which was as far as he got with his little free stuff ploy, grabbing his arm Leila yanked him back outside. “Do you have to keep doing that?” She asked. “ Why not?, its fun” He replied grinning. “Can you at least let me know before you go off…its annoying” Bry’s smile fell away, his expression becoming serious. “God you sound just like my mother…worse really…I’m going to go hang out with Gwen now..ok…muuuummm?” He said sarcastically before walking off.
Leila sighed, that’s pretty much all they’d done since he’d arrived. She ran a hair through her hair and looked around. Coffee. That sounded good about now. She went back into the same shop she’d just dragged Byron out of, the girl giving her the evil eye as she paid for her stuff. She was just jealous. Distracted and not looking where she was going, she walked back out to the street. Sure enough, she walked straight into someone. “Sorry..” She said instantly, just avoiding spilling her coffee on them.
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One moment, there she was, standing idly, her smile polite but without emotion, as she listened to conversations swirl around her. She blinked, and then, there she was staring into the enraged, tear ravaged face of her mother, she could see her speaking, her lips moving – parting, closing, exposing the perfectly white capped teeth – but everything was silent. Too silent. She felt cold.
And then everything faded to black.
Gasping, Ise sat up suddenly, barely stifling the high pitched squeal that threatened to escape her lungs. Every night since she’d been here, the same dream, and every night she woke up, cold, scared alone. Until the heavily breathing body of Byron reminded her she was not. The apartment was tiny, two bedrooms, a kitchen and a lounge. With Leila sleeping on the only couch, and Bry flat refusing to bunk with bat toting Myles there was little other option. There’d been quite an argument that day, one ending with Ise sleeping on the floor – eventually though, she decided that sharing was – if only slightly - more bearable than the polished hardwood.
Her movements did little to rouse her sleeping companion, even when she tugged the blankets of him and curled them around herself. That boy could sleep through anything. Despite two thick blankets, and multiple layers of clothing – she shivered. She was haunted by that fight she’d had with her mother, the one she was in the middle of when she appeared here. The first real fight they’d ever had – and the last.
Discarding the blankets she rose from the bed and went out to kitchen, writing a quick note to Leila. Unlike Bry, she actually remembered such courtesies, but that was how she was raised. Taking yet another jacket, one with a thick fake-fur edged hood from the hook by the door she drew it only over the rest of her clothes. It was so cold, Ise normally liked cool weather, but not this cold. She moved out the door, down in the steps and onto the street. It was like 5 am, and the only people out where those freshly kicked from the clubs, swaying and staggering, slowly making their way home.
She had always found that greasy food comforted her, a brief interim of satisfaction and contentment existed between eating it and the feeling sick part. But it was worth it. The tall, freckled boy gave her an odd, half amused half surprised look when she ordered a large double quarter pounder meal – with mayo. I guess he supposed the words ‘salad’ were going to come out of her mouth at some point. Hardly. When Ise binged she did it properly. Setting her stuff down on the closet bench, and perching herself carefully on top of one of the stools she pulled out her food and dug in.
Man it tasted good.
But that much sought after contentment failed to show itself, instead the sick anguish that she felt inside only intensified with the addition of meat, cheese and chips. It didn’t stop her from eating it though, she was hungry now, her appetite decided to make a timely appearance. And a big one at that, and no wonder, the girl hadn’t eaten properly since she’d arrived. Her eyes flickered briefly the door as an attractive, mildly familiar boy stepped through. A celebrity, but she couldn’t quite remember his name.
She was so bad with names.
The cool, assessing, deep blue eyes swept across to the door as more people shuffled through the door. There was something about alcohol and dancing that tripled the appetite. She smiled softly at the way the people serving moved back and forth, flustered and only half awake, around the kitchen, attempting to quickly placate the hoard of hungry boys. One boy looked particularly smashed, swaying beside the rest, looking quite ill really. And then he was staggering toward her, she been around enough drunk people to recognize the look on his face. It was the ‘shit, im about to spew’ look. Catching a hold of the stool, he purged his stomach all over the floor, and right beside her. Ise was not a finicky girl, she didn’t usually get perturbed by such things, but it was half undigested, an odd color and the stench - nauseating. Leaping up on her seat, she cupped a hand over her mouth as her stomach convulsed. Leaping up on the seat she crawled onto the bench, where she caught her foot, rolled, and practically fell into the booth behind it. Which produced riotous laughter from the rest of the boys, still standing at the counter. “Oh look ben…you scared another one away, you idiot” It wasn’t until the girl turned that she realized – much to her mortification – that there was someone in the booth already.
Great.
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