micheal xavier esten

micheal xavier esten Dec 4, 2011 17:24:28 GMT -5

Post by micheal xaiver esten on Dec 4, 2011 17:24:28 GMT -5

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MICHEAL XAIVER ESTEN

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"Woman! It confuses me on how you don't know who I am! Come on! Six feet, two inches? Black hair? Icy Blue eyes? Ring a bell? How does it not? How can you forget someone who is six feet and is slim enough to weigh about a hundred and ten pounds?! .... Fine [pouts and sits in the chair, slouching] Micheal Xavier Esten- take a picture it'll last longer. [winks] I'm seventeen years old baby, as in August fifteen. Sherlock Homo, coming to a town near you [smirks and laughs]. I'm Rated X, baby, NPC 18, get a baby sitter for your child, they won't be able to handle this."

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"Why are you asking me? I thought you look through the files before you interview me. What kind of person are you?! God, I would hate for you to be my boss... oh wait... Haha! Nevermind.

I was born in the streets of New York- I was probably the only white kid there, and I mostly had to keep my sexuality in the closet or else I would have been shot or something. No father, dig and ditch type of bastard, you know? My mom wasn't any less of a whore- she couldn't even figure out who my dad was until someone convinced her to get a test and see.... it all seemed to make sense then, you know? I wonder if they were high when they made me [lets out a chuckle]... So I can't tell you what my Dad's name is, but my mom was Rochelle Esten- she reminds of a hippie.. you know? The type that smokes weed and talks about peace? I'm lucky she mostly stays inside... or else we would have been shot.

Actually, I did have a younger brother. And you can sat it was where everything started. You can say our mom was walking us home in the wrong place at the wrong time, and he died. And at the start of my life, at age eleven, I was completely shattered. I really loved my brother and for the two years following, I would just see my brother- I didn't understand, I longed to see him, and there he would be; standing across the street, leaning over my shoulder when I worked, it wasn't until I was thirteen, and out of pressure created an illusion of (without knowing) someone's fear when he tried to rob me did I finally get why Johnathan kept showing up everywhere- he was in my head, I created him, and it didn't make him any more real. Nevertheless, I started to use my powers when I needed to get out of a jam- I didn't tell my mother because.... why would I? She's sitting in the corner talking about peace all the time.

Then... comes my wild years. I wasn't destructive- unless we count that time I set the hotel in fire at four in the morning, or the time I was on TV streaking across town, or that time I made a mural of dreams on one of the new buildings that was under construction down the street, or the time I did cocaine, or the time I was drugged because someone spiked my drink [looks at the Dean, flustered].... please don't judge me... I'm a good boy.

Okay! That lasted two years- I found out I liked dicks- blah blah. Whatever. I was sixteen when I was shipped here because my mother caught me spinning an illusion that the news was talking about finally gaining world peace as a means for me to slip out- unfortunately, someone scared me shitless and I got distracted so it vanished and I was caught. [shrugs] whoops! It leads me here. I've been here for almost an entire year.. dude- nothing as changed- this place blows. [pouts, crosses arms, and scoffs]"

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"The hell is with that question, of course I'm gifted! I have the ability to create illusions, make you wildest night come true or your worest nightmare. It actually helped me a lot during my teen years- I'm physically weaker then everyone down the block and depended on distractions to get away. I can only go so far before the illusions disappear or vanish and I actually have to know what I'm creating- I can't say I'll create somehting of your worse nightmare and out pops a giant cockroach.... I have to know that you don't like cockroaches first. [nods sagely and picks up a book, flipping through it before throwing it back].

Anyways I like.. sex, money, moohlah, cash, dough, greenbacks, rolls, weed, smoking, drinking, parties, boys, disco sticks, rain, snow, love, drugs, rock and roll, guitars, musicians, tattoos, metals, artists, spring, autumn, sharpies, graffiti, reading, psychology, and pianos. I don't like not getting: sex, money, moohlah, cash, dough, greenbacks, rolls, weed, and not being able to: smoke, drink, part; and not have: boys, disco sticks, tattoos, metals, artists, musicians, guitars... must I continue? I think you get my point already.

Things that drives me insane... that's a hard one. Typically I'm pretty easy going, I don't really get into fights and I don't pick fights either. I guess one thing that bugs me are people who are so damn antisocial. Seriously, get a life and live a little, you know? Planning things out for the rest of your life? What fun is that? How can someone live like that and be happy? They don't, they say they are, but I bet what they needs s to get laid- if you're a boy, refer to my likes. I also hate it when people touch my things and clean my room up. I know I'm a mess buddy- but I'm an organized mess. I mean, you might not be able to make heads or tails of the controlled chaos that is my room- but I sure can! Don't touch anything or else I'll loose everything. [wrinkles nose].

As for what I do in my spare time- I like to aggravate people, and push people out of the closet. When I'm not doing that I'm probably vandalize the walls with spray paint- shh! Don't tell. Hobbies include getting in trouble, having sex in the closet and groping, molesting hot men. Take a number get in line, Micheal's in Ashes and he's going to turn all your men Michsexual. Believe you me [points two fingers at his eyes then at the Dean].

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"[scoffs] Plans are for people who can't think of what to do with their lives. All I know is, once i get out of here, I'm leaving everyone behind, I'm going to dump this shithole and I'm heading to New York- the city of dreams, baby. We'll see where it takes me."

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Post by micheal xaiver esten on Dec 4, 2011 17:24:28 GMT -5

Post by ryan on Dec 4, 2011 17:35:51 GMT -5