Post by elle on Jul 30, 2008 0:48:13 GMT -5
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[/size]Cause I'm comin' home,
I'm comin' home,
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hello, the name's, Rhett Ryder Hamilton
but people tend to call me, Rhett. Nothing Else.
I turned , 20
on , February 3rd
so that means I've been attending, UCLA
when the days over i like me some , 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, Brown
and I love my eyes, they're, Blue
and my skin colors this really cool, Fair/Pale
mainly because I'm , a little bit of everything. Mainly Scottish and French Canadian.
I measure up to , 5'8"
no Seattle Sutton's for me ! the scale says , 160 lbs
but it's kind of cool that I have , bright blue eyes and a nice jaw line.
and my style blows yours away , Stylish and classy.
so over - all ,
but people say I look like , Ryan Taylor
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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 never without a book.
I love,
but I really despise,
I personally think I'm pretty good at,
though I should really work on ,
people tend to tell me I'm ,
Shy[/font] because, I don't start conversations.
Insane[/font] because, I tend to count my steps and do things in sets of three. Good reason, right? [/ul][/font]
but basically, I'm ,
Adj.
Of or pertaining to a personality style characterized by perfectionism, indecision, conscientiousness, concern with detail, rigidity, and inhibition.
Rhett was a small child when he started showing signs of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. His mother noticed it when he was a bout two and would spend hours organizing his crayons and arts supplies before he’d even start painting. As he got older this became something they could keep under control, but in recent years it’s come back. Order is something he must have. In his mind there is no reason that everything in his house shouldn’t a have a place or his day shouldn’t be completely planned out. You’ll find that this affects not only the way he functions alone but the way he functions around people. When he’s alone the symptoms aren’t as bad and he seems much more normal. Putting him around people makes things a bit worse. Why do you think he constantly carries around a notebook that he writes in, along with his sketch pad and a book to read. Basically this disorder has turned him into a bit of a recluse. You see people don’t really like to associate with the guy who washes his hands twenty times a day or counts his steps underneath his breath. It’s simply not normal and not something they can embrace. Rhett has come to embrace this fact so much that he simply doesn’t even try to associate with most people. He will not start a conversation of his own accord and it will take a while for him to chime in whole heartedly if you start one.
Proper
Adj.
Conforming to established standards of behavior or manners; correct or decorous.
Thanks to his mother Rhett has always been quite the gentleman. Even if he has issues associating with other people in social situations he is still polite. If a lady enter the building with him he will open the door for her and if she needs and seat and there are none left he will offer up his. He really is a proper southern gentleman. His responses are followed with ‘Sir’ and ‘Ma’am’ when talking to someone older than him and when asking for something he always says pleases and finishes with thank you. That is simply the proper thing to do, or so he has always been told. Even if most people have forgotten the importance of manners he never will. Along with this comes his treatment of women. Some men his age have come to think that girls are for nothing more than their pleasure and that is it. Rhett’s view is quite different. They are human beings after all and respect is something they certainly deserve. To sum it all up, Rhett is probably one of the nicest guys you’ll even meet. Even if you insult it he’ll find it hard to treat you with anything other than respect. The only thing that will cause him to fight with someone is if they where to ever abuse a woman. Whether it is physical or mental, it doesn’t matter to him. You’ll find out quickly that just because he looks a bit scrawny doesn’t mean he is. That’s the only situation in which he wouldn’t hesitate to punch someone. Insult him and berate him all you like. Try to take it out on a woman and you really will regret it.
Intelligent
Adj.
Having good understanding or high mental capacity; quick to comprehend.
Like his eyes, Rhett got his love for knowledge from his mother. As a child if he wasn’t painting he was likely reading a book. He use to spend hours in her library each day reading books on law and politics. That was when he had free time from painting, of course. If he doesn’t have a brush of a pencil in his hand he’s got a book. Simple as that. He doesn’t even mind reading the text book for his classes, in fact he enjoys it, even the ones about mathematics. The physics book was particularly interesting. Knowing this, you can probably imagine how high his grades are. Being a double major hasn’t even held him back. It’s easy for him to balance the work load he has and spend the same amount of time he spends on art on Political science as well. In his classes, he’s the one in the front row answering all of the lecturer’s questions and copying down every word that comes out of their mouth. If you ever need to borrow someone’s notes because you missed a day of class, I suggest you ask Rhett. He won’t hesitate to make a copy for you and they are probably more organized that the teacher’s notes. What else do you expect from someone who is so severely obsessive compulsive? Like I said, everything he does is overly organized.
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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, Augusta, Georgia
well my father .. ,
coming in at , 52
he supported us by , Coporate Attorney
all in all, he's pretty , He is quite the unpstanding man. Though, I really haven't seen him since I left New York. No problems though, He didn't disown me quite like my mother did. I still respect him.[/ul]
onto my mother ,
coming in at , 49
she helped too, by , Stay at home mother/former Professor
in the end she's quite , Don't get me wrong, I love my mother because she is, in fact, my mother. When I was a child she was one of my favorite people. However, as I got older she became more and more posessive. It got to the point where she pushed to make all of my decisions without asking me. Do you really think I made the choice to test out of highschool and move to New York. No. Then when my OCD became a problem she wasn't there to help. She'd kept it quiet for so long she wanted to continue pretending it didn't exist. So, when I left New York she pretty much disowned me. She is the reason I haven't heard from any of my family in so long. I wouldn't be surprised if she told all of her friends I was dead. [/ul]
and then they had kids ,
then it was time for my own ,
and my one and only pet(s) , None, thanks.
the love life ,
& the good and the bad,
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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 Elle[/color]. I play Rhett Hamilton[/color] and his/her playmates, None... yet.[/color]. I myself have seen nineteen [/color]summers and I plan to see a lot more, living the good life up in central time[/color]. I've been in this part of town for nine years[/color], so I know the area pretty well. oh! and did I mention that a friend[/color] told me about this island resort? she's a gorgeous thing. stalk me? well, my aim is Lathwen[/color], my msn's N/A[/color], and my email's Lathwen@aol.com[/color], . but, of course, you can always PM me. au revior !"[/size]
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T[/size][/font][/b][/i]oday was like any other day for Bryce Ashwood. He had a "date" with one of the hottest girls in school, and if he played his cards right she'd be coming home with him. Good thing Bryce always plays his cards right, huh? Well, it is good for him, and Maddie van Parks, the lucky girl he was going out with. The two had been talking for a while on instant messenger and before long a meeting arose from the flirtatious conversation. The yacht club, was the place the two college students had designated. Bryce had never spent much time there, himself, but that was no matter. He knew where it was, and knew the general attire for a place that that. That was enough information for him. Plus, he wasn't planning on staying there very long anyway. Why do you think he went through his apartment and picked up a bit?
S[/size][/font][/b][/i]ure the one person apartment was still a mess, but he had managed to remove any and all signs that other women had been there. That meant any abandoned bras or panties where now tucked away in his closet and all the condom wrappers had been throw out. This was Bryce's usual routine when he though he just might be bringing a girl home. You see, he never really cleaned his place, just moved the clutter around. That way it looked a bit better to him. Even if he disposed of sexual object his other conquests had left, that didn't make the three room apartment clean. It was far from it really. Piles of clothes could be seen in pretty much every corner. In fact, Bryce hadn't seen the floor in the apartment for so long he couldn't remember if it was hard wood or carpet. Sad, right? Not for Bryce. he really didn't care. His place looked like the typical Bachelor Pad, and he was quite proud of it.
A[/size][/font][/b][/i]fter picking up a bit Bryce began his normal routine of getting ready. By now he was running a bit behind schedule and would likely be late to the yacht club, due to the fact that it would take him close to two hours to get ready. First he picked out his favorite button up shirt, a red on with black buttons. Pairing it with a black blazer and a clean pair of jeans, he pulled on what he thought was the perfect outfit. By the time he made his way to the bathroom he'd already lost half an hour, just on picking out his clothes. Now for the worst part, His hair. If Bryce was obsessive compulsive about anything it was his hair. there was no way he'd leave the house if there was even one single hair out of place. No, the bed head look he sported had to be perfect. He wanted it to look authentic, after all. Once he'd put every little hair in it's proper place, Bryce had forty five minutes to get to his destination. He was certainly going to be late, seeing as he still had to brush his teeth and pick out a pair of shoes.
B[/size][/font][/b][/i]y the time Bryce actually left his apartment he had about fifteen minutes to get to the yacht club, which wasn't going to happen. He lived on that opposite side of town, pretty much. Plus, catching a cab was hard to do in this city, especially if you weren't a good looking girl with nice tits. The drivers wouldn't even pull over for him, which was surprising. I mean, come on, there's got to be at least one gay cab driver in the city of Miami that drives around picking up attractive soccer stars, right? That's actually a scary thought. Anyway, once Bryce finally caught a cab, after walking two streets over from his place, he was late. It wasn't that big of a deal and he certainly wasn't going to worry about it. If Maddie wanted him bad enough she'd wait. If he got there and she was gone, well he could always flirt with the swarms of attractive girls that likely filled that place.
T[/size][/font][/b][/i]en minutes later Bryce stepped out of the cab and paid the rather annoying driver, conveniently forgetting to tip him. Bryce could be rude like that, though in this case he was probably right not to tip. The guy had spent the entire ride, preaching to him about the Christian faith, telling him he needed salvation. When, right now the only thing Bryce needed was Maddie. The driver even held him up further by taking the long way around the city. People like that absolutely disgusted Bryce. He shook his head as the cab pulled away from the curb and fought the temptation to flip the man the bird.
P[/size][/font][/b][/i]ushing those thoughts from his mind Bryce finally stepped into the yacht club. Surprisingly the place wasn't packed. From what he'd heard it was usually full to the brim with gorgeous women and their dates. Though, today, he was only looking for one beautiful woman, and once he walked a little further he spotted her. Maddie van Parks was, in Bryce's mind one of the hottest girls in school, and those girls required his best material in order tog et them to go home with you. Though, the two had already discussed that, and Bryce knew it wouldn't be hard to get what he wanted. So, with a bit of confidence in his walk, Bryce approached the tall brunette. "Well, well, well, I didn't think I'd ever meet someone prettier than me..." He began. "You've proved me wrong."[/color]
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notesI rambled a bit. Sorry.
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