Post by Heathro Blaine on Jan 2, 2008 0:07:45 GMT -5
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quick facts;;
full name; Heathro Antony Blaine
nicknames; Heath
portrayed by (pb); Tobias Schoenenbergage; 16
birthday; March 27, 1991
neighborhood/dorm; Crystal Cove
grade; Junior (11th)
clique; Rebel, Addict
sexual orientation; Straight
inner details;;
personality;
likes;
.Sex.
.Camel Cigarettes.
.Music.
.The Beach.
.Swimming.
.Fast Cars.
.Drinking.
.Girls.
.Parties.
.Being left Alone.
dislikes;
.Carrots.
.Rudeness.
.Louise.
.People who talk too much.
.People like himself.
.Not being able to quit smoking.
.Homosexuals.
.Talking about family.
.Coldness.
.Rain.
.The color Red.
the background;;
history; (This is written from Heathro's perspective, this is the most significant date in his life. If that's not okay, just let me know and I'll rework it!)
March 27th, 1998 –
It was raining when my mom left. I remember, my best friends Vince and Josh and I had been in the backyard playing around – popping balloons. My dad had been sitting in one of those cheap plastic outdoor chairs watching us; he was smiling at our antics. Vince held up the last orange balloon for me to pop, I took a pen and jabbed it in as hard as I could, making the balloon burst and Vince give a girly squeal from the surprise of the noise. Josh and I fell to the ground laughing at him.
“Shut up.” He’d said, pouting a bit. That only made us laugh harder.
All that were left now were red balloons, like ten of them. Red was my favorite color at that time. It isn’t anymore. Suddenly the sunlight slipped away behind a huge, dark grey cloud and rain began to pour down.
“Save the cake!” My dad had yelled, getting up from his chair and rushing over to the table, grabbing my birthday cake. He’d spun around to run it back to the cover of the huge sunshade that came out over the patio, my mother was standing in his way. She held one of those really classic looking brown suitcases in her right hand. The rain started the fall harder, and I could see my cake falling apart. I saw my mom’s lips moving, but I couldn’t hear what she was saying, I remember seeing my dad’s face sink into sadness, though.
My mother turned around and began walking towards the gate that let out onto the sidewalk in front of our house. I looked from her to my dad before rushing after her.
“Mom!” I called after her, “Mommy!” But she didn’t turn around. I continued to follow her around to the front of the house where I saw a taxi waiting. In that instant I knew what was happening – my mom was leaving me and my dad, probably forever.
“No” is all that ran through my head, and all that came out my mouth when I grabbed her skirt, she pushed me away though. I grabbed her sleeve and she pushed me away again.
“Mommy,” But she didn’t even look at me as she got into the cab and let it take her away.
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April 22nd, 1998 –
This was the second worst day of my life. My dad woke me up really early, the sun wasn’t even up yet when my eyes opened. He looked frantic.
“Get dressed and pack some clothes into your back pack.” He said, I could tell he was trying to seem calm, but I knew something was very wrong in that moment. “Heath, now!”
I immediately got out of bed and pulled on an old T-shirt, hoodie and my favorite jeans.
“What should I pack?” I asked him, confused and frightened, my voice cracked and I felt tears welling in my eyes. I wiped them away furiously.
“Anything! Clothes!” He threw my duffle bag at me. I ended up throwing in all my T-shirts and two other pairs of jeans. My dad slung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed my empty hand. I was reluctant, but he dragged me into the garage and threw our bags into the bed of his pick-up truck. I saw his surf board in there too.
I got into the passenger seat and he got into the drivers seat. The car pulled out of the garage and into the street. He just began driving down the road, his face was unreadable.
“We’re going to the beach.” He said. “We’re never coming back here.”
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June 1st, 1998 –
My dad, me and a few other guys and their sons were living on the beach at that time, and it was great – I was perfectly content to just stay on the beach forever with my dad and no one else. It was like a dream, waking up to the sound of the ocean waves lapping against the shore and feeling the warm sun on my back and the sand beneath my skin.
I’d met another boy and his dad the second day I’d been on the beach, his name was Mike and he was 16, we became best friends. I remember that we had been digging in the sand when I looked up and saw my dad about 15 feet away talking to a man in a black suit.
My dad looked angry. “This is unbelievable!” He shouted.
“I’m sorry, sir, but we have to take him.” The man in the suit said.
I looked down at the hole Mike and I were digging and started making it wider, trying to ignore my dad’s shouting and stomping and the man in the suit’s unreadable face.
The next thing I knew the man in the suit was walking towards me, my dad close behind.
“Please,” My dad had said. “Please, don’t take him away from me.”
The man in the suit didn’t say anything. He grabbed my arm and pulled me along with him to a fancy looking, black car.
“Dad!” I cried, confused and surprised and more scared than ever before.
“I’ll find a way to get you back, Heathro!” He called after me. “I promise!”
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June 7th, 1998 -
Her name was Louise and apparently she was my father’s sister. My dad never talked much about his family, so it wasn’t surprising to me that he had a sister I’d never heard of.
“You’re going to live with me, now.” She’d said. “Just until your dad can get back on his feet.” Her tone was genuinely sweet, so it wasn’t like she was mean or anything. I’m sure she didn’t want this anymore than I did.
I guess it was decided, then. I would live with Louise “just until my dad could get back on his feet”. More like permanently. I haven’t seen my dad since the day the man in the suit took me away. I can only hope and pray that he’ll be sitting on the beach waiting for me when I come back for him.
family;
other;
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the roleplayer;
we may call you: Chris, Topher, Toph
activity (1-10): Ten being the highest? Probably nine.
rp sample: Do Heath's flashbacks count? If not I can write something...
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