Post by FORD MARTIN LEE on Jun 3, 2009 15:24:52 GMT -5
WE HAD A GOOD RUN
EVEN I HAVE TO ADMIT
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[/i][/font][/size][/center]EVEN I HAVE TO ADMIT
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ford martin lee
[/center][/blockquote]"A s did I, we drink to die."
"W e drink tonight."
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WE DIDN'T COME TO COMPETE
THIS IS A DEMONSTRATION
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THIS IS A DEMONSTRATION
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NAME: ford martin lee
NICKNAME: lee
GENDER: male
AGE AND DATE OF BIRTH: nineteen, january 1
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
STATUS: single
RELIGION: agnostic
YEAR: freshman
MAJOR: photography
PB: shia labeouf
KICK DRUM BEAT IN MY CHEST AGAIN
WE WILL NEVER BELIEVE AGAIN
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WE WILL NEVER BELIEVE AGAIN
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FORD LIKES: alcohol, parties, his family, his friends, nature, winter, animals, vegetarians, french accents, sleeping, photography, the arts, plays, music, musical theatre, cigarettes, the piano, vanilla, comics, superheroes, classic rock, zombies, reading, his phone, jokes, inside jokes
FORD DISLIKES: hot weather, meat, milk, small dogs, weapons, war, the ocean, hospitals, opera, rap/hip hop, school, crowds, children, odd smells, sports, therapists, coffee, clowns, pitch dark, bright lights, cemeteries, writing, cops, people who talk too much
PERSONALITY:
sarcastic
ford is known for his sarcasm, and most people don't take it too lightly. this boy is nothing but a giant bubble of sarcasm; he loves making jokes and everything. it's one of the main reasons his friends loved him so much, other than the fact that he was a good guy to be around. though not usually open to anyone but people that are close to him, he does usually let a bit of sarcasm slip when he's around total strangers.
suicidal
even though he's not depressed, he is suicidal. after the death of his best friends, he blamed everything on himself and tried to end it all once and for all, but to no success, he's back into the world living his miserable life. suicide is pretty much what he thinks about all the time and it's like a disease to him. and the cure? what else would it be besides alcohol. the poor kid can't go a day with having just one suicidal thought, thinking about how he can end it all one and for all.
antisocial
he cared too much for his friends, and after their death, he's decided that he could no longer have anymore best friends as awesome as they were. now when he goes to parties, he's no longer the life of them, he's usually the party pooper. sure he drinks and all, but he's the kind of person that sits alone, drinking by themselves, acting depressed.
secretive
he's never told anyone about his suicide attempt, and only his family knows. he's kept that secret to himself a couple years, and anymore secrets he has, he just won't share them. the only people he would tell his secrets to were his best friends, not his siblings. even if he did meet some new people, they were never know the real him, only the him he wants them to see.
alcoholic
after the accident, this boy has taken a keen liking to alcohol and loves to drown himself in it to keep his suicidal thoughts at bay. he doesn't worry that it may kill him in the long run, he's just glad to finally be at peace when he's alone with a twelve pack. it's his 'happy time', and he's a much happier person when he's engulfed in a bottle of alcohol with no one around to tell him that it's wrong.
loyal
this kid would walk through hell and back just for his friends. he would do anything for them, even it caused him to get in trouble. ford's the kind of guy that would die just to save the life of his one of his friends or family members, and he would never go behind the back of anyone. if he had a choice between being dead and his friends being alive, or being alive and his friends being dead, he would rather be dead.
hotheaded
to put it simple, ford does have kind of a short temper. if aggitated enough, he's known to completely fly off the handle, even over the smallest things. he's been in so many fights in his life time, his family's surprised he hasn't intentionally killed anyone yet.
protective
he would risk his life just to protect someone that he loved, he was just that kind of guy. he would get in a fight just to protect any of his siblings, or would risk it all if his family got in trouble. he wasn't raised to be like this, it just happened, though he always says he can never protect anyone since he couldn't protect his friends.
fun
before the accident, this kid was always the life of the party. he loved to have fun, and he was always quite popular with people. he was loud, outgoing, and just loved to have fun. he rarely shows this side now, but after you break his shell, it's bound to come out.
party goer
this boy loves to party, and it was rare for him to be home at all because he was almost always at a party with his friends. sure he still goes to them now, but just not as much as he wishes to. he's holed himself up in his room for so long, it was almost like he had forgotten to party, but it's still in his heart, and he longs for it.
SECRETS:
- my best friends died in a car accident last year, now i'm afraid to make new ones
- i was the one driving the car.
- i drink to get away from the pain
- i failed a suicide attempt
FEARS: his friends' families, largely crowded places, the ocean, large trucks, not being able to live life to its fullest, not being able to reach the big pearly gates after he dies
GOALS: make new friends, let the past stay in the past, get on with life, quit drinking, get rid of his suicidal thoughts, make a career out of photography
I CAN MAKE YOUR HEART SLOW
I CAN FEEL THE WEATHER IN MY BONES
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I CAN FEEL THE WEATHER IN MY BONES
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MOTHER'S NAME: angelique victoria lee
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION: teacher
FATHER'S NAME: isaac connor lee
FATHER'S OCCUPATION: surgeon
SIBLINGS: toby lee, 24, bartender ; nadine lee, 22, student
EXTENDED FAMILY: none
NATIONALITY: russian/english
HOMETOWN: liverpool, england
CURRENT RESIDENCE: london, england
BEST MEMORY:" I'll never forget the time when Kay, Alex, Bryce, and I had just come from a party. Of course we were bored out of our minds, so we decided to have some fun. We drove around a small neighborhood and noticed that a lot of people had yard decorations. We stole a lot of stuff that night; I still have most of it in my closet back home. "
WORST MEMORY:" We were all drunk, yes, but that's likely when you've just come from a party. I was driving, and the road was kind of twisty, and I had never been on it before; I was new to this area, we didn't even know the person who was throwing the party. The police say we were racing someone, but whoever told them that is a liar. There was a truck in the wrong lane, I swerved to miss it, causing the car to flip numerous times. I was the only one that lived. "
HISTORY: Angelique and Isaac Lee gave birth to their last child on January 1st, 1990 and they named him Ford Martin Lee. Being the baby in the family, he was the most spoiled out of the three children in the Lee household. His father, being a surgeon, supplied most of the money for the family and loved to spoil his kids rotten, even though he was told not to because they would grow up to be spoiled brats. Isaac didn't care, he just wanted his children to enjoy the life they were blessed with, and they did.
The kids went to school like normal kids, Nadine excelling more than her two brothers; apparently she was the smartest out of the family, and her grades proved it. But on the other hand, even though he was in a lower level than his siblings, Ford was making better grades than Toby, and he usually teased his brother because of this. Being children, they had their little siblings scuffles, but as time passed by, they started to resent each other, and their scuffles turned into fights. As siblings, they all went through thick and thin with each other, and Ford was still loyal to the Lee family, even if he and his brother did have their own sibling rivalry going on.
As he reached middle school, Ford met a small group of people who went by the names of Kay, Alex, and Bryce; two boys, one girl, and she was usually picked on by the boys. After a while, Ford pushed himself into the group, longing companionship from people in his own age range that weren't his siblings, and he certainly didn't get the attention he wanted from his parents let alone his siblings. The small group of friends grew closer and closer throughout the school year, and once they reached the high grades, they were inseparable.
"They partied too much", as Ford's parents would say, but his siblings were cool with him being a social butterfly and going to parties. He was just 15 when he went to his first party, and it was on his birthday. His friends dragged him along and they had a good time; they drank, danced, sang, pretty much anything. They were just there to have a good time, and they left before the party even ended to go back home to the safety of their homes and family.
Ford didn't know he would loose his friends a couple years later, and if he did, he would spend all of his time with them. He was 18, and he, Kay, Bryce, and Alex were at a party like any other weekend, having a good time and getting drunk. They were having so much fun that they didn't want to leave, but sooner or later they would have to. They got in Ford's car and left the party, driving down a road they had only been on once, and that was when they were going to the party. It was a really winding road, and no one but Ford were wearing their seat belts, even after he had told them. Before they hit the end of the street, a truck came at them head on in their lane, Ford swerved, hit a guardrail, and that's what caused them to flip.
He woke up in the hospital a day later, his parents and siblings there, his mother and sister in tears. "You're to have survived, boy." was all the doctor said before taking his leave. He had no idea what had happened, and he insisted on seeing his friends. Later he found they were killed in the car accident, and he had escaped with his life and just a broken hand. After that day, he hated his life and blamed his friends' deaths on himself.
A couple months later, he tried to kill himself by ODing, but his sister found him and he was rushed to the hospital. He couldn't even kill himself right, so he pretty much gave up on that. After living with his parents for a couple weeks, he decided to attend college and major in photography, which had always been a passion of his. But during his stay in college, he became an alcoholic and took to drowning himself in booze to get rid of his suicidal thoughts.
BABY YOU'RE A CLASSIC
LIKE A LITTLE BLACK DRESS
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LIKE A LITTLE BLACK DRESS
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ROLE PLAY WORD: --
Luckily for Eugene, his roommate was gay, and having a gay around seemed to always come in handy, especially when it came to fashion. Now, Eugene pretty much had no sense of fashion and just usually threw on what he could, and tonight was very much like that. He had no idea what to wear, and it was a special occasion, so a shirt and blue jeans wouldn't do; it was too casual, he needed something a bit more fancy. "Here." Simon spoke as he threw a pair of clean blue jeans and a clean button up shirt at him. "Try that on and see how it looks." So, following his roommates instructions, he went into the bathroom, changed, and came back out.
Simon frowned and Eugene gave him a questionable look. "Well, it looks alright to me." He laughed a bit and grabbed his belt off the doorknob. "Well, it looks alright to you because you have no sense of fashion." Well, Simon was right, so Eugene stood by the bathroom, waiting for Simon to dig up something else. Yeah, Eugene had a lot of clothes, but it was usually very difficult to find theme since they were usually thrown around everywhere and shoved in his closet.
Just as he started to space off, clothes hit him in the face, and he almost fell over frontward as he fumbled around trying to grab them. "It doesn't matter if they fall, they were already on the floor." Simon frowned and crossed his arms, looking rather unamused. Sighing, Eugene put the tie on, with much difficulty, and then slipped the vest on and buttoned it up. "Lovely!" Ugh, finally, it seemed like it took forever to choose an outfit.
Eugene looked at his watch: 6:32. "Better head off, it'll take me at least thirty minutes to get there." He walked to his bed and plopped down on it and grabbed his shoes; he proceeded to put them on, slipping them on one at a time. "Hey, Simon.. Thanks a lot man, I really appreciate it." he smiled and looked up while he was tying his right shoe, "I probably would've looked like shit without your help." He moved on to his left foot and finished tying that quicker, and stood once he was done, smoothing out his clothes.
He grabbed his cell phone on his way out and headed out the door and through the hallway. As he was making his way outside to the garage, he dropped his cell phone and the back flew off. "Son of a bitch!" he shouted; groaning he scooped up the back cover and made his way to his car, attempting to put the back cover back on his phone while doing so. He opened the door to his car and chucked his cell phone into the passenger seat. "Mmm, Bumblebee. Did'ja miss me?" He stuck the key in the ignition and started the car up; the engine roared and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. How he missed driving around in this car, it was one of his favorite hobbies.
Immediately after he started the car, even before he put his seat belt on, he turned on the radio and began to attempt to find his favorite station. Well, it didn't take long for that, all he had to do was hit the seek button a couple of times and it was there. Gladly his favorite song was playing, Coldplay - Viv la Vida, and that put him in an even better mood. Smiling, he pulled out of the garage and began to make his way to Mcflyer's, the bar he's only been to like, a million times.
He took a wrong exit, and now he was stuck in traffic. 6:50. "God damnit..." He sighed and placed his head on the steering wheel. This just had to happen when he was going to a date, huh? Did God not want him to date anymore because of what he did to himself the last time? Actually, that wasn't even a date, he was already together with the girl. He just happened to look up as the car in front of him lurched forward into drive and began to move at a slow, steady pace. "Well, at least the traffic's moving."
Finally he made it through all the traffic, and luckily Mcflyer's wasn't even that far away from where he was from, perhaps just a few minutes, and that's all he had left until it was 7. 6:58. Even though he could be a few minutes past 7, he really didn't want to show up late, especially if Alaina had showed up early. He highly doubted she'd show up early though since she seemed to be the kind of person that liked to take their time with things and show up 'fashionably late'. He smiled as he pulled into the parking lot of the mall, and as he was looking around for a parking spot, he saw Jazz. "Well, it seems she actually showed up earlier than me." He decided to take the spot next to her.
He grabbed his phone out of the passenger seat, stuck it in his pocket, and opened the door to get out of his car. Well, this was the first date he had been on in a while, so he pretty excited, and why shouldn't he be? He really did like Alaina, even if it didn't show that well. As he stood outside of his car, he stretched a bit then locked the door. As he reached Mcflyer's, after a long walk across the parking lot, he looked around outside. No sign of Alaina, maybe she's already inside.
Once he made it in, he had to nearly push through a small crowd of people that were hanging out by the door to actually get to where he wanted to be: the bar. Perhaps Alaina had already found herself a seat since she wasn't in sight, or perhaps everyone here was taller than her and blocking her from his view. He finally made it trough the crowd of people and almost ran into the bar as he pushed out; the bartender was relatively surprised. "Heh, sorry about that," he spoke with a nervous laugh. "Can I get ya anything?" The bartender's accent was extremely strong, and it took Eugene a couple of second to actually understand it.
"A rum and coke please." The bartender gave him a strange look but didn't question his age, and whipped up his drink in a couple seconds. Eugene paid him and took off with his drink in case the bartender wanted to ask him something. He took a sip from his drink as he began to look for Alaina; it wasn't as strong as he wanted it to be, but it was strong enough. Slipping through people, he nearly passed up the table Alaina was at, but her lively blue shirt caught his attention, and he took a seat in front of her.
"So, I see someone bought you a drink." He sat his drink on the table but still had his hand over the top; he swirled it around a bit to mix up the rum and coke inside.
Simon frowned and Eugene gave him a questionable look. "Well, it looks alright to me." He laughed a bit and grabbed his belt off the doorknob. "Well, it looks alright to you because you have no sense of fashion." Well, Simon was right, so Eugene stood by the bathroom, waiting for Simon to dig up something else. Yeah, Eugene had a lot of clothes, but it was usually very difficult to find theme since they were usually thrown around everywhere and shoved in his closet.
Just as he started to space off, clothes hit him in the face, and he almost fell over frontward as he fumbled around trying to grab them. "It doesn't matter if they fall, they were already on the floor." Simon frowned and crossed his arms, looking rather unamused. Sighing, Eugene put the tie on, with much difficulty, and then slipped the vest on and buttoned it up. "Lovely!" Ugh, finally, it seemed like it took forever to choose an outfit.
Eugene looked at his watch: 6:32. "Better head off, it'll take me at least thirty minutes to get there." He walked to his bed and plopped down on it and grabbed his shoes; he proceeded to put them on, slipping them on one at a time. "Hey, Simon.. Thanks a lot man, I really appreciate it." he smiled and looked up while he was tying his right shoe, "I probably would've looked like shit without your help." He moved on to his left foot and finished tying that quicker, and stood once he was done, smoothing out his clothes.
He grabbed his cell phone on his way out and headed out the door and through the hallway. As he was making his way outside to the garage, he dropped his cell phone and the back flew off. "Son of a bitch!" he shouted; groaning he scooped up the back cover and made his way to his car, attempting to put the back cover back on his phone while doing so. He opened the door to his car and chucked his cell phone into the passenger seat. "Mmm, Bumblebee. Did'ja miss me?" He stuck the key in the ignition and started the car up; the engine roared and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. How he missed driving around in this car, it was one of his favorite hobbies.
Immediately after he started the car, even before he put his seat belt on, he turned on the radio and began to attempt to find his favorite station. Well, it didn't take long for that, all he had to do was hit the seek button a couple of times and it was there. Gladly his favorite song was playing, Coldplay - Viv la Vida, and that put him in an even better mood. Smiling, he pulled out of the garage and began to make his way to Mcflyer's, the bar he's only been to like, a million times.
He took a wrong exit, and now he was stuck in traffic. 6:50. "God damnit..." He sighed and placed his head on the steering wheel. This just had to happen when he was going to a date, huh? Did God not want him to date anymore because of what he did to himself the last time? Actually, that wasn't even a date, he was already together with the girl. He just happened to look up as the car in front of him lurched forward into drive and began to move at a slow, steady pace. "Well, at least the traffic's moving."
Finally he made it through all the traffic, and luckily Mcflyer's wasn't even that far away from where he was from, perhaps just a few minutes, and that's all he had left until it was 7. 6:58. Even though he could be a few minutes past 7, he really didn't want to show up late, especially if Alaina had showed up early. He highly doubted she'd show up early though since she seemed to be the kind of person that liked to take their time with things and show up 'fashionably late'. He smiled as he pulled into the parking lot of the mall, and as he was looking around for a parking spot, he saw Jazz. "Well, it seems she actually showed up earlier than me." He decided to take the spot next to her.
He grabbed his phone out of the passenger seat, stuck it in his pocket, and opened the door to get out of his car. Well, this was the first date he had been on in a while, so he pretty excited, and why shouldn't he be? He really did like Alaina, even if it didn't show that well. As he stood outside of his car, he stretched a bit then locked the door. As he reached Mcflyer's, after a long walk across the parking lot, he looked around outside. No sign of Alaina, maybe she's already inside.
Once he made it in, he had to nearly push through a small crowd of people that were hanging out by the door to actually get to where he wanted to be: the bar. Perhaps Alaina had already found herself a seat since she wasn't in sight, or perhaps everyone here was taller than her and blocking her from his view. He finally made it trough the crowd of people and almost ran into the bar as he pushed out; the bartender was relatively surprised. "Heh, sorry about that," he spoke with a nervous laugh. "Can I get ya anything?" The bartender's accent was extremely strong, and it took Eugene a couple of second to actually understand it.
"A rum and coke please." The bartender gave him a strange look but didn't question his age, and whipped up his drink in a couple seconds. Eugene paid him and took off with his drink in case the bartender wanted to ask him something. He took a sip from his drink as he began to look for Alaina; it wasn't as strong as he wanted it to be, but it was strong enough. Slipping through people, he nearly passed up the table Alaina was at, but her lively blue shirt caught his attention, and he took a seat in front of her.
"So, I see someone bought you a drink." He sat his drink on the table but still had his hand over the top; he swirled it around a bit to mix up the rum and coke inside.
