Post by colton mcduff on Aug 14, 2008 23:06:32 GMT -5
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or a mean motherfucking servant of god. [/color], [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/size]'cause i'm comin' home,
i'm comin' home ,
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hello, the name's, colton pacey mcduff
but people tend to call me, ignorant nicknames
i turned , twenty
on , november fourth
so that means i've been attending, ucla
when the day's over i like me some , boys and girls
[/color][/font][/size]i've seen a palace in london,
i've seen a castle in wales ,
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well, my hair is, always changing
and i love my eyes, they're, blue
and my skin color's this really cool, beige
mainly because i'm , canadian, korean, icelandic
i measure up to , six foot
no seattle sutton's for me! the scale says , one twenty five
but it's kind of cool that i have , foreign eyes, skin and bones
and my style blows yours away , casual indie
so over-all ,
since birth, colton's mother chose to keep her son's hair at a respectable though sometimes unruly length. he has learned to keep it healthy over the years, though attempting to never taking it too seriously. being a hippie, he tends to theorize that getting too caught up in his appearance would leave him as a sell-out, much like the other fools his age. as he aged, colton thought it would be more appropriate for a man of his status to cut his hair. at times, he waits up to a year to get it trimmed again.
blue would be an understatement. eyes are windows to the soul! as difficult as it is to describe a person's soul, his are easy-going and usually partially closed. accents of red veins and a glazed overcast surround the heavily-lidded teen's azure gaze. they are accepting and loving, with tints of insanity leaving a peculiar glint in them. getting too close may cause discomfort to some. he has watched a lot of torture and devastation in his lifetime, as most people have. it has given his eyes a certain distance from strangers.
this kid has a lanky build, much like other hyperactive seventeen-year-olds. surfing and walking from place to place has kept him in shape for most of his life. the Lockwood family is completely against cars because of the exhaust emissions, which is why they chose to live in such a densely populated area. his old-fashioned bicycle, as trusty as it is, keeps him as a lean, mean, fighting machine--well, fighting during protests...maybe. if in his home, colton is usually cleaning his room or tending to his garden; it has blessed him with lean, toned muscle mass.
his height has set him apart from others for the majority of his life. at a not-quite-staggering, yet still impressive six-foot, he has the benefit of reaching most everything he needs. removing bottles from the top shelf of liquor stores, reaching objects without having to move an inch from his beloved computer chair, and of course being able to handle the cookie jar at the age of eight. these days, it gives him a sense of power in bad company. but around men, his added height gives him a somewhat depressed persona.
but people say i look like , cole mohr
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[/size]but i'd rather wake up beside you,
and breathe that ol' familiar smell ,
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[/i][/size][/color] because, i'm not very open with strangers.
i love, there are few things in this world that colton dislikes, but here are a few of his loves: satanism, eclectic music, tie dye shirts, the history channel, indie movies, anything eaten with your fingers, protesting for animal and human rights, hippie lifestyles, documentaries, philosophy, hinduism, paganism, atheism, vegetarians, hedonists, smoking, drinking the days away, surfing, animals. that sums up his every day life.
but i really despise, mainly the only things he chooses not to partake in are things that seem morally and ethically wrong in his views; missionary trips, prostitution, abortion, the killing of any living creature, any form of abuse, stealing, mainstream lifestyles, conservatives, racism, liars, hypocrites, homophobia.
i personally think i'm pretty good at, colton can hold in smoke for thirty seconds at a time! he probably should not be boastful about this, but he is. his best attribute would be that he stands up for everything he believes in, whether it be protesting for it or simply sharing his prerogative with friends and family during a smoking session. however, he can also accept others' beliefs as long as they fail to harm anything. peace is his goal.
though i should really work on , when he gets angry, he blacks out. this is a common trait in most angst-ridden boys, but his anger will blow minds. because he tries to stay at peace constantly, he bottles up his anger. also, he does not always know when to stop; taking no for an answer is something he still needs to practice with. not many things scare colton besides the government; big brother. as soon as he graduates high school, he plans on leaving the states and living in canada, the new land of opportunity. dying has never scared him. if he dies, then that would be acceptable. life does not bother him and neither does death.
people tend to tell me i'm ,
a stoner[/font] because, i smoke weed like it's cigarettes.
a liberal[/font] because, i think gays should be able to get married.[/ul][/font]
but basically, i'm ,
personal dogma , he sees christianity as the ultimate evil. holy water as an anointment would be blasphemous to his own religion. not a single bible will ever enter his room unless he's using it as rolling papers. he hates nothing more than a christian or anyone that respects the bible. he sees it as wrong, go figure. a commonly discussed trait of colton's would be his religion. it frightens the majority of the western hemisphere, but has influences of atheism and nihilism. satanism has found its way into colton's soul. many americans find themselves to be unassociated and ignorant on calls of satanism. modern christianity teaches opposing beliefs of the satanic religion, which is theistic. it has proven to be a touchy subject, though colton refuses to hide his religion simply because of another person's opinion. during his fifteenth year, he was drawn to the hindu perspective of harmony and isolation, though has gone through an enlightenment since then.
mystic lifestyle , colton grew up with marijuana in his lungs. much like cheech himself swore, he "can smoke anything." his mother smoked while he was in her belly, causing him to be born lacking brain cells. to most westerners, the thought of smoking an illegal substance while a child is brewing in your belly is the ultimate evil. katelyn, his mother, apparently did not see it this way; she was too stoned. for his fifth birthday, he was allowed to smoke with his older sister. as mentioned, the joint has never really left his lips except for school hours. in his mind, it is not viewed as an evil substance, but more so the government was corrupt and forced yellow journalism and propaganda into the streets. these days, he smokes a bowl when he wakes up, while he showers, after he showers, before he leaves, when he comes back, and before he goes to bed. an ignorant person would call him a stoner, a knowledgeable person would swear him a mystic.
hands off , colton's family has never been especially hands-on. a warm smile and a nod are all the approval colton has ever accepted or needed to keep him content. he was taught that excessive affection showed weakness, for it was only made to express neediness and falsehoods. because of this, colton has abstained almost completely from showing affection. it has made him uneasy from the time he could remember, although a hug in a dire time of need usually helps. his mind tells him that holding his emotions back and only saying needed things are very rewarding, no matter if it is unhealthy or not. giving hugs in greeting or farewell are no longer part of his gestures. it tends to offend a lot of people if they are unfamiliar with his ticks.
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[/size]i never thought you could leave me,
i figured i was the one ,
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i came from, monroe, washington
well, my father...,
coming in at , forty seven
he supported us by , journalism
all in all, he's pretty , simple[/ul]
onto my mother ,
coming in at , forty two
she helped too, by , writing author reviews
in the end she's quite , nice[/ul]
and then they had kids ,
vivian opal yaffi, twenty four (married)[/ul]
and my one and only pets ,
rashaad, black, male, five[/ul]
the love life ,
alyson bentley forbes, female, thirteen , there are some relationships that simply should not be brought up. at the age of thirteen, colton found himself attracted to the opposite sex for the first time in his life. he was entranced by this special girl, the one with fiery red hair and purple wolf shirts. exchanging gel pens with her on the during class, sharing grape double bubble, and sitting next to one another simply did not suffice any longer. one day, while underneath the slides, he puckered his lips and laid one flat on her lips. colton got a big fat smack across his face, but alas, a kiss in return! their child love only lasted a couple of weeks, because they went right back to being friends once school let out. he has not seen her since he moved away from washington.
isabelle amelia salazar, female, sixteen , she was the goddess of love and beauty in colton's eyes. with long curls and the biggest eyelashes imaginable, guys were literally swooning over her. somehow, colton caught her attention. at the time, he was eighteen and she was sixteen. a lot of the high school students joked around about him dating a catholic girl. it was his senior year, her sophomore year. even in high school, colton was known for his antichrist beliefs. in one way or another, isabelle's father found out about colton's lack of christian values. it caused a tidal wave of drama. needless to say, the relationship only lasted a month longer before it fell apart.
spencer remington fields, male, twenty-three , he was an interesting lot to say the least. colton was attending a metal show when he ran into this guy. after falling in the pit, this mysterious fellow helped colton back to his feet and toward the bar where spencer continued to hit on him and offer him alcohol. by the end of a drunken night of metal and head banging, they went back to spencer's house. for the next week, colton stayed there, raptured and entangled in the love nest in his new lover's bed. however, all good things must come to an end. petty arguments about their opposing lifestyles became all too personal in the middle of august. colton packed up his things and left their four month relationship behind.
malachai theodore michels, male, seventeen , malachai is living proof that dating boys younger than him is the fastest way to fail. unhot makeout sessions in the back of his little boyfriend's car were about the gist of their relationship, which happened to be filled with drama and angst. "he said, she said" rumors were going around like mad. colton had just gotten out of a bad relationship, his senior year had ended, and his grandmother was in the hospital. high school gay boy drama was the last thing he needed, so he broke it off. malachai avoids him like the plague, though colton had nothing personally against him, besides that he has shitty friends.
and the good and the bad,
as a love child , katelyn made sure at a very young age that colton knew he was loved and cared for. conversations of how she knew she was pregnant after being conceived popped up any time colton seemed upset or troubled by something as a child. they smoked around the house after birth, but their all-natural, organic lifestyle provoked health in both body and mind. during pregnancy, katelyn rarely smoked and swore never to drink while her love child was brewing within her womb. marcus and katelyn proved to be very able parents once their son was born, whether they used bicycles for transportation and used homemade ointments for scratches or not. while attending elementary school, bynni was teased tremendously for having a "dirty hippie" family. little did they know, the family was only trying to keep the environment safe for the years to come.
introduction to om , besides moving from central washington to southern california, not much happened in bynni's middle years. he was a happy, healthy kid with a few nicks, bumps and bruises on his elbows and knees from skateboarding and riding bikes with his friends. peace was the family's sole priority, not entertainment. they had a solid collection of rescued animals by this time in bynni's life, and he was their sole provider. looking after the pets and helping his father with the garden was was his life consisted of, other than going to school and making mediocre grades. school had never interested him much, but he tried his best to please his parents. his report cards and art projects were taped on the refrigerator, no matter how poorly they were executed.
spiritual awakening , colton was not raised to smoke marijuana simply to party or "get high." his family taught him that it was a different level of awareness; never to get too high, for wasting cannabis was unwise; and to open his spirituality whenever he smoked. transcending was a word used often in the mcduff home. they found that it described the experience well. much of his mother's poetry was written while she was under the influence of marijuana. forcing the herb on others was foolish, though offering was a necessity. common sense and manners seemed to come naturally for young colton, as well as his carefully thought out morality. over the past five years of his life, he perfected and personalized his former religion of hinduism and code of ethics, hedonism. in his home, homosexuality was not a sin, though not being honest with oneself and denying the truth was thought of as evil. sharing his body with others was not a happening unless he was in a committed relationship with that someone.
maintaining balance , these days, he simply wants to be happy and live his life as a teenager with big dreams. having a relationship is not at the top of his list, although a boyfriend or girlfriend would be likely to cheer him up. religiously, colton has leaned toward satanism.
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[/size]but i understand your sadness so,
i guess i should just hold my tongue ,
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[/size] hello, i'm byrl[/color]. i play colton pacey mcduff[/color]. i myself have seen sixteen[/color] summers and i plan to see a lot more, living the good life up in the eastern time zone[/color]. i've been in this part of town for seven years[/color], so i know the area pretty well. of course, you can always pm me. au revior! "[/size]
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THE YOUNG BLOND'S HEART began to flutter against his prominent ivory rib cage. uneasiness caused his stomach to ache, a wave of nausea washing over his body in response to his tense nerves. It had been seven days since he had seen kadian, causing them to be mere strangers once more. the duo had kept in contact through modern means of technology, but typing was not the same as skin-to-skin contact. what if she had colored her beautiful chocolate hair? or bought a brand new luxurious body wash? would she let him use it on her? sensual thoughts raced through the darker regions of the male's mind in the gray area that no one seemed to notice because of his status. he was a hippie; hippies are simply not sexual beings according to the average teenager's mind. then again, little kady was not the average teenager. she was more than that. that girl was the cause of half his panic attacks.
the darkness past his windows overwhelmed his green make-shift curtain, the flickering candles in his bedroom casting shadows upon the walls. he called them fairies, for they always seemed to have a purpose for being there. these dancing images reminded the inebriated seventeen-year-old that he had to leave soon, else kady's trust in him would be thrown. this thought--this fear--propelled him into the air, out of his antiquated wooden chair and toward his closet. his pajamas were thrown from his pale form. in a rush to become clothed once more and escape the outside chill blowing from his open window, he snatched up a crisp white hanes t-shirt pulled straight from the plastic package it was wrapped in. bynni tossed it over his head and poked his arms out the sleeves, his boxers meanwhile being replaced with a clean pair of azure boxer-briefs. pants! running down the street in only underwear and a t-shirt would probably scar the stoner for life. however, if kadian had done so, it would be a completely different reaction.
abruptly remembering that his only unwrinkled jeans were out on the line, he ran down the hallway that led to the backyard where his garden was taken care of. a loud clang sounded a short alarm as he opened the back door, possibly waking his unconscious mother. she created a habit out of drinking at nine o'clock and passing out sometime between two and three. "fuck," came in a hiss under his breath. not opening the door an inch more, he snaked out and allowed his long fingers to tangle round the selected pair of blue jeans, all the while not releasing the doorknob from his deathly grip.
the walk back to his bedroom was kept at a slow pace as bynni crept from one room of his home to another. he would not have gotten yelled at for being out so late, but more for bothering his mother while she slept. fine by him. quickly dressing into his jeans, a pair of old once-white socks, and an elderly pair of nikes, he realized that he needed to collect supplies for the evening--morning, rather. his blue jansport back pack was stuffed with the large bottle of grey goose (which happened to already be almost empty from previous nights of partying), a blanket, and all other items promised during their online agreement. grasping onto one strap of the book bag, he slung it over his shoulder in a relaxed position.
"rashaad," cooed bynni affectionately toward his ebony-hued panther. he leaned down, a free hand holding his back pack in place as he felt the cat's tail flick between his fingers. if his classmates could see him now, the responses would indefinitely be mixed. the girls would roll their eyes, pretending that they would never show their cat love. the boys, however, would become more aggressive and probably kick him in the stomach because of how intimidating a pansexual man must be. swear words would be used in abundance.
his alcohol-scented breath blew out the candles, reminding him to swallow a handful of shower mints and shove a few in his pocket just in case. his marijuana--always kept handy in his back pocket--was accompanied by rolling papers and a white bic lighter, which he seemed to always have the most luck with. they normally lasted the longest and had the biggest flame. bynni was raised in a new age household, superstitions being taken very seriously. besides, it helped him make decisions faster. he had issues if ever he found himself choosing.
remembering to pocket his key, bynni stepped out of his front door and into the dark night, an abyss of suburbia. his blond head immediately faced the east end of his street, trying to make out whether or not kadian was waiting there alone, close to that treacherous homeless man. she was not. relief flooded his natural senses. it was dry as a bone, the dew had yet to blanket the warm earth. hustling toward the sidewalk, he made out the silhouette of a young girl gliding onto the middle of the street. it was kadian; her shape was shockingly recognizable. the blood in his veins ceased to flow; his blue, red-veined eyes went dry; goosebumps traveled up and down the length of his arms and toward the back of his neck. no longer could he hide behind his computer screen and act as though her cute phrases did not effect him. tonight, she would undoubtedly notice how awkward he was around her. these thoughts passed through his sometimes worrisome mind each time he noticed her. all he could manage was to stand in fear.
then he realized there was a spotlight placed upon him. was it his mother with a flashlight? no. had the police finally caught on to him selling marijuana at school? were they making a sudden midnight entry with a helicopter? not that, either. instead, a street lamp had been strategically placed at the end of his driveway for safety precautions. of course. this daydream seemed to scare him away from his house more than encourage him to visit his friend. if she noticed his fear, she would obviously come to know the truth as to why he was rarely around her; his undying affection toward her. his frame was accentuated and then forgotten as he briskly shuffled beneath the streetlights, hands shoved anxiously into his pockets.
as a greeting, the surfer murmured, "hey, stranger," to his friend. once in her presence, his heartbeat became more rhythmic and easy to control. he outstretched his arm and encompassed kadian against his hollow chest, bynni's chin easily reaching above her chin. not wanting to skip a beat, he released her and went on in the same direction toward her house. "i brought some green...just in case." a mischievous smile was flashed down at the girl for a split second before looking forward once more. his eye was on the prize, her backyard fence. "let's sit beneath the oak tree," bynni strongly suggested, his deep voice accompanied by the infamous smoker's cough.
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