Post by DAINTON JARED CARRAGHER on Oct 21, 2011 18:01:10 GMT -5
DAINTON JARED CARRAGHER
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I'D STAY THE HAND OF GOD[/color]
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BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES
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NICKNAMES: Daint, Dainty, Car, Carragher, D
SEX: Male obviously.
AGE: Eighteen.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: I’m straighter than a ruler.
ETHNICITY: White American.
YEAR: Senior
CLIQUE: I’m one of the popular kids.
CANON OR ORIGINAL:[/color][/font] Original
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THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT
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HAIR: I have blonde sort of curly, messy longish hair.
EYES: Blue eyes- which I like.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: I’m 6ft2” and heavy enough thanks.
BODY TYPE: I guess I’ll be described as athletic? I don’t know- I work out and I like my body. It’s toned.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:I have four tattoo’s. A cross on my chest, words on my shoulder, a word just above my… crotch and a symbol on my wrist. Deal with it.[/color][/font][/ul]
TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE
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1. Women: I like women; does this really need explaining? I go for blondes usually but I like brunette’s with real nice legs too!
2. Money: My father likes to throw it at me to make up for being a jerk
3. Parties: I throw the best parties ever. I can be the life and soul of the party.
4. Basket ball; I’m not as good at it as I wish I was but it reminds me of my brother
5. Football; it’s my sport
6. Alcohol; I drink too much
7. Trying new things; I’ll try anything once- I like to experiment and dapple in a few things I shouldn’t.
8. Cars; I love cars- only I had my licence taken away- doesn’t stop me from enjoying a joy ride now and then.
9. I smoke- not that I always want to but it’s addictive
10. I like lying in- I’m not a morning person.
DISLIKES:
1.Chick flicks: In my opinion, there is nothing worse than sitting watching a film that’s got a poor plot. Even though the girls starring in it are usually hot.
2. Horses: Ever since I was a child I’ve been freaked out by horses. It’s irrational but I hate them.
3. Cell phones: While I have one, and use it daily; they irritate me. I h ate having to respond to someone when I’m on the move.
4. Clowns: Since I seen IT, I’ve never been able to look at clowns in the same way.
5. Liars: My dad is one of them
6. Vampires- they don’t exist so why do chicks dig them
7. Hospitals- I spent so much time there when my brother was ill- they really freak me out.
8. Eggs; they just aren’t pleasant
9. Having my picture taken- despite being a bit of a poser
10. Speaking to my parents
STRENGTHS:
1. I have a good sense of humour. I am sarcastic and very dry. It often helps me charm my way out of awkward situations.
2. I am caring and look out for my friends.
3. Good driver: I am skilled in handling a car. I drive extremely fast and even though they’ve taken my license I’m still good.
4. If I like a girl I am generally loyal
5. I am quite manipulative at times; it often acts as a strength because I am able to get what I want and who I want.
WEAKNESSES:
1. I often come across as quite shallow; I care a lot about my appearances, and often miss out on the more important things because of this.
2. Women: I find it hard to resist beautiful women, especially after I’ve had a drink or two.
3. I’m too impulsive at times, which often gets me into situations which are difficult to get out of.
4. I try anything once- it’s got me involved in some things, drugs and what not I don’t want to do- I just can’t say no.
5. Alcohol- sometimes I just don’t know when to stop.
HABITS/QUIRKS:
1. Running my hand through my hair
2. Coughing when I’m nervous
3. Glancing in the mirror often
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
I’m not a pushover, and I don’t expect people to like me. I don’t try to fit in anymore, but people either like me or they don’t. I can be quite obnoxious and rude, but I can also be quite decent. I have a sense of adventure, which began when my brother died. I often accept dares to do stupid things which often get me into trouble with the law. Not that many people really know that side to me.
I’m fairly competitive which surprises some people since I’m pretty laid back and come across as very easy going. I get on with most people; and I’m quite popular. I’m very spontaneous; often not considering the consequences of my actions. But we live for the moment not the future. It’s one of the things my brother taught me. I’m generally quite fearless and reckless which isn’t always a good thing. Of course I do have a long list of things I’m scared of; but the chances are, unless you’re my best friend or some chick who I plan to spend a long time with, it’s unlikely I’ll tell you. I’ve always been a class clown; never taking life too seriously. I’ve always laughed and joked at the expense of others. It’s just who I am. I come across as dense, but I’m not. I just don’t show people what I am like. I sort of hide behind a mask?
I’m a player; I have been for a long time and I don’t plan to change. I’m not the sort of guy you really want to meet if your drunk because I’m that guy who’ll whisper sweet nothings into your ear, coax you into bed and then I’ll be gone before you wake up- never to call again. I’m a bit selfish and manipulative. I know that, but I haven’t got a reason to change. It embarrasses my father that I’ve got a reputation with girls; I slept with a few of his friends daughters at parties and gatherings. Needless to say he wasn’t a happy man. It’s not like I’m against commitment but unless the girls really special; then what’s the point?
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LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE
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Tobias Carragher, 43, Defence lawyer, Living
Jane Telford (was Carragher), 39, Nurse, Living
SIBLINGS:
Lukas, seven years older brother, deceased
Dahlia, twenty three, trainee lawyer, alive.
OTHER FAMILY: Tilly Carragher, step mother, thirty, lawyer, alive.
PETS: none.
OVERALL HISTORY:
So I grew up in Chicago; the youngest child of three. My father Tobias, is a lawyer. A proud man who’d go out of his way to make sure his children got the best in life. My mother Jane; a nurse worked long shifts and had no idea that my father was having an affair with his twenty year old intern. Of course his sordid affair went unnoticed for years; so until I was ten our life was pretty normal. Fairly decent. Just weeks before my tenth birthday, my older brother Lukas took ill. He was seven years older than me; he was my idol. A basketball star in the making, and everything about him was perfect- or at least that’s how my parents made him to be. Lukas was diagnosed with Leukaemia and for the next three years he battled with treatment. After numerous blood transfusions, bone marrow transplants and a kidney transplant; he lost his battle. So I was thirteen when my brother died, and from then onwards my life kind of changed. I used to like football- that was my sport, but when Lukas passed away I wanted to play basketball; but I just wasn’t as good as he was. I wasn’t as good as him in anything I did.
My sister then became the favourite. Dahlia; she was capable of most things, naturally intelligent and beautiful- she was going to follow in dad’s footsteps. But I had no ambition, which only influenced their disappointment in me. My parents argued a lot, and things just weren’t the same. I would spend most of my time with my friends. When I was fourteen my father was caught in the act- of course my sister was in denial, but my mother and I weren’t. My parents split, and I stayed with my mother; my sister went with my father. I know right; it should be the other way around, but I couldn’t stand my father after Lukas died, and for some reason he could do no wrong in my sister’s eyes.
Like I said, my mother worked long shifts so I didn’t see her too much. It meant I could do what I wanted, when I wanted and with who I wanted. I became a bit of a rebel; the class clown if you like, spending my time drinking excessively, dappling in drugs now and again, and sleeping around. I spent most of my time around my best friends- Jake. He was like a brother; and his parents sort of put up with me. I was happy; you know- sure I got into trouble, but Jake had my back. He kept me from getting in too deep.
I was sixteen when Jake was sent to juvi. We were playing pool and some guy’s started to fight. Things quickly got out of control, and somehow we got pulled into it- well I did. I got hit, and Jake tried to break things up. The next thing I know- he’s slamming a guys head off of the table and the guys lay there on the floor bleeding. Dying in front of me. So things got heated, the cops came. Jake got taken away. My father bailed me out. But after losing my brother and my best friend; my life only took a turn for the worse. My mother didn’t really understand; and when my father left her or vice versa; she’d taken to being an alcoholic when she wasn’t at work. So of course; being her only son- I took a backseat.
I got in trouble with the police; reckless driving, drinking and driving, possession of drugs…my father kept bailing me out. After all he was a terrible father, with a stack of money and a law degree- the least he could do was help out his rebellious son. I didn’t think my mother noticed, but after my third time in court; she shipped me to my father’s, and I enrolled here.
So I was sixteen when I came to the OC. I thought my life got a whole lot worse but actually it was a whole lot better. I landed myself on the basketball and football team, and no one knew me here so I became one of the popular guys. There are more pretty girls here than I know what to do with; and the place doesn’t suck as much as I thought it would. So yeah; that’s my story.
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WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE
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Ania knew what she’d said was painful. She knew that she didn’t fully mean the bitter words that crossed her lips but she wanted to hurt him. She wanted to make him hurt as much as she did. She wanted him to realise that she’d raised their son alone, and it had been a difficult job. She watched as Feliks recoiled and looked to the floor; he didn’t retaliate and when he did look at her his eyes looked as though they had tears in them but she wasn’t sure. A lump once again rose in her throat as she listened to what he said. ”Thank you.” She whispered, biting her bottom lip as she took a deep breath and looked away from him. Ania knew she could make this easier for them both, but she just didn’t know how to do it. She wasn’t sure she could forgive Feliks and move on from what they’d both done.
She handed him the photograph and watched him finger it. Ania knew now, watching him, that he’d never forgotten about Marek. He pocketed the picture and she went to speak but stopped quickly as he pulled her against him and kissed her cheeks one by one. She wanted to grab him and kiss him but she couldn’t. She felt her eyes fill with tears and she blinked them away. She swallowed and took a deep breath. ”Your welcome… you know, I thought this would be easier…” She laughed a little, wiping a few tears away from her cheeks. ”Oh god look at me, this is stupid.” She moved away from him and wiped her eyes taking a few deep breaths. She tried to compose herself and felt a large hole in her stomach where she was missing something. Ania turned around to face Feliks, a smile on her face; but no longer the strong composed woman she’d first appeared.
Feliks stepped back and asked about their son. ”He’s being looked after tonight. I left him reading his comic book. He wants to be a superhero… like his dad.” She smiled. ”He has your smile Feliks.” She told him genuinely pleased to be sharing the conversation with him. Feliks looked into her eyes and she felt as though she was going to melt, she took a deep breath and nodded, she knew he needed to see his son. ”Feliks, he doesn’t know you… I’d need, I’d need to prepare him, I can’t have you walking away from him again.” Ania ran a hand through her hair and attempted to contemplate what was going on right now. ”You can see him, but not until he’s prepared. I told him you had to leave. He has a picture of you next to his bed.” She offered him, wanting to prove to her ex that she’d brought him up properly. Ania wanted Feliks to know that she’d done a good job, and that their son was a good boy.
Ania pouted her lips and ran a hand through her hair again; something she did when she was nervous. ”So… how’ve you been?” She asked him curiously, wondering if he’d moved on and had some sort of family here on the circus. She raised a hand to his shoulder, and allowed it to fall down his arm. ”You look good… eight years is a long time huh.” Ania smiled and ran her hands over her dress smoothing it over. Of course their son was their bond; but once upon a time, Ania and Feliks had a bond. ”I’ve done good by him Feliks. I’ve done the best I could. He’s a nice boy, and he’s smart.” She told him, allowing it to pour out of her; forgetting about the money, forgetting about revenge. Simply holding onto the hope that he’d want them both in his life again.
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CELEBRATE NO VICTORIES
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