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Posted on October 20, 2009 at 05:23:17 AM by e o i n
 ( Name ) Eoin ( Gender ) Male ( Age ) Eighteen years ( Appearance ) Eoin probably isn’t your typical fluttering fairy in his appearance. He’s an average of four feet tall, probably weighing at least one hundred pounds or less. His skin is fair in color, with those cute blushing spots, and an intricate amount of scarring; they run from his neck and downward. Eoin has a cute face, it seems forever incased in baby fat though, and he also has dimples. He has a long nose that’s too big for his face, it has a septum piercing in it which is the only one he has. He has plump lips, they aren’t too big or small. His eyes are almond shaped, they have thick eyelashes surrounding them, and are a very attractive green color. Eoin has black hair that comes to the base of his neck in a shaggy cut, his bangs are angled off to the left of his face covering that eyes usually. ( Personality and History ) When Eoin was younger his parents were killed, and instead of entering into the foster home system he ran away. From that point on was the biggest mistake he’d ever make because he came to be in the hands of an illegal fighting string. He was child fighter and was good at what he did, but it caused him major difficulties. Eoin has been taught to an emotionless lump, to just keep going no matter what happens. He doesn’t get close to people, he doesn’t trust anyone or himself. He’s afraid he’ll hurt someone, he has a natural reflex for fighting and a terrible temperament that exerts itself all the time. But he has fears, pain, and abnormalities. Eoin has terrible dreams which cause him to be violent, and he also hates to be along a lot because his demons torment him terribly. ( Other ) Trading his coin for a familiar. It’s a female Pit-bull, white except for a black patch over her left eye, extremely aggressive. Around six-seven years old, infertile. Thanks. ( Sample ) Usually I’m not on my computer, it just seems a bit boring. I bought it with my own money, it’s a Del Inspiration notebook and it’s an electric blue. I picked it out all by myself and I’m making the payments too. Debt wasn’t my favorite thing but I had no choice because everybody needs a computer to do random things like play solitaire for hours on end; a chosen vice of mine. I was really good at it too, I could make the cards just fly into their neat little slots. Right now I wasn’t playing a card game, I was forcefully checking my page just to make sure no one had left me anything important. All I got was a dozen or more friend request that I randomly looked at then either deleted or accepted, my list was short and simple, only people I loved were allowed on it. People enjoyed to annoy me and I felt a growl rumble in the recesses of my chest, vibrating so much my teeth chattered against each other. My finger raced, clicking off a bunch of request before even looking at them. It isn’t that I’m rude, I just don’t want to be friends with everyone. I can’t know everyone, it’s impossible. Besides I wouldn’t want to know everyone in West Chester, I’ve met lots of people already since I started to date Jillian; she was some insane magnet for people. I used to be just an average Joe that no one noticed and I liked my life that way. I shut down my computer and closed it while it was still humming. My nose wrinkled as I pulled the keys from my car and then opened the door, my laptop now sitting quietly in my passenger seat. I needed gas so I stopped off a local station before heading to the café for some relaxing time, even though I really dislike coffee. I got out of my car, pocketed my keys, and then grabbed the gas pump. The nozzle went down into the darkness of my tank and I waited for it to click, filling up was the goal here because I can’t stand gas stations at all. When it clicked I put the gas pump back into it’s place then pulled out my wallet, it was brown leather and hooked to my jean pocket by a silver chain. I always lose everything I own so I took a precaution. I fiddled with it for a minute before a silver card was produced, I swiped it through and paid for my gas. The less people I had to be around the better. A satisfied smile crossed my lips as I put my wallet and card back into place, and then got back inside my red Corvette. I loved my car because it’s free, even though it does make me feel a little bad, but how could I refuse Corey? The engine started with a purr and I pulled out quickly enough for my tires to screech in protest. I wasn’t a fast driver and normally people call me ‘grandpa’ or worse because I don’t go over speed limits. I took a left at the end of the street, passing by a small block of houses that looked the same but were different from what I was used to. They were suburb houses, clean and white with beautiful trees in the front yard. I was used to run down and destroyed, scattered needles and bottles. A danger zone for any young boy who enjoyed going bare foot. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I took a deep breath in and exhaled suddenly. I felt a shiver run the length of my spine, causing the hair on my neck to stand up. Remembering my past was a hard thing to do but it just wouldn’t go away so quickly. I expect it to bother me my entire life, no matter what I do. I blame my disorder on my past because I never got much attention. I shrugged the feeling off, it was already cloudy outside and I didn’t need it on the inside. I pulled into the café a little after two o’clock, it was a good time of day to be there. I got out of my car and before entering I grabbed my jacket from the back seat. It was a blue plaid, the inside and around the hood were a faux tawny fur that kept me nice and toasty. I zipped it closed then locked my doors as I strolled to the entrance, hands in my pockets. I hated jackets without pockets, they are seriously the worse idea ever invented on this beautiful planet. But that’s just my opinion. I shrugged as I entered the café, the mood of the room automatically bringing me down farther than I already was. The walls were gray tinted, the furniture twisted black wire. There were candles here and there lit and letting out a stream of what smelt like rose petal. I cringed but at least there was just one other person here and he was sitting near the back, not that I planned to stay here that long. I waltzed up the counter where I girl, dressed in a yellow long sleeved shirt, came up with a lop sided smile I could tell was fake. I didn’t give her one, instead I felt a frown plastered on my lips. ‘Give me a triple hot chocolate, to go.’ I informed her, leaning onto the counter with a lazy expression. She only shrugged , muttering something as she trounced off to the machine. I watched her fidget with a styrofoam cup, checking the bottom only vaguely for a hole. If it leaked on me I would so be coming back in here to give her a piece of my mind. When she sat it on the counter, now with a lid, I gave her the money she needed. I rolled my eyes as I turned around, wondering if she saw me because her fingernails were clicking. Not that I actually cared. I made my way back outside, into the dreary cold. I looked at a couple of people who were going inside, mentally wishing them good luck with the lady at the register. I took a seat on the concrete in front of my car, the rain from the previous day seeping through my skinnies; great, all I needed was a wet spot that would show up perfectly on these sky blue jeans. I rubbed my forehead as I restless sigh came out. I took the lid off my chocolate and took a sip, it burnt my tongue but that was how I liked it. Chocolate tasted nasty when it was mildly warm or cold because it started to get all gritty and chalky. I sniffed at it, the smoke curling around my nose and I licked my cold lips that were by now turning purple. The metal studs were extremely cold, I got worried my tongue would stick to them. I took another sip. I felt sort of miserable right now but there wasn’t anything else to do, I felt my phone vibrate in my jacket pocket so I pulled it out. It was a text from Jillian telling me she loved me and was wondering what I was up to. I replied back, trying to make myself sound happier than I really was. I don’t want her to rush off after me in impulse from her job. I put the phone back in my pocket, my eyes flickering down the street first to my left and then my right. I noticed a guy going into the café and I thought he was pretty. He was familiar looking though and I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he walked through the doors. I sat then, walking back inside to see who it was. My curiosity surprised me. I weaved my way around, trying not to seem obvious. The guy wasn’t very tall and he had dark hair, for a slight second I thought he was ... then he turned around. My lips formed a pout, my hopes broken into little pieces and I made a brisk dash out the door. I pushed it open without looking and sure enough I rammed into someone. I went back a few steps, my hot chocolate flying across the room to settle on the floor. I shook my hair into place, coveting my spilled chocolate before looking at who I had bumped into. Could it be, really? I looked at him, trying to tell myself it was impossible. I took a step forward, blinked and then a big smile came over me. I felt awake, alive. A huge laugh busted from between my lips and I grabbed my sides to keep from falling apart. “Paris? Paris, is it really you?” My words stuttered over each other, like I couldn’t get them out fast enough. I felt myself want to reach out and hug him so tightly, never let him go again because he might leave me. I pushed back some wild strings of hair from eyes, a soft smile on my lips ( Player name ) Kate ( Fount it! ) You’re an affiliate on me site :)  |
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