Post by SETH WRIGHT. on Aug 10, 2012 12:56:42 GMT -5
» SETH WRIGHT.
[atrb=border,0,true] | [style=width: 175px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; line-height: 100%; color:a3a3a3;]→ full name . seth phinneas wright. → nicknames . sef. → age & birthday . nineteen. 11 december. → sexual orientation . homosexual. → hometown . stretford, uk. → occupation . student, general studies. part time bakery assistant. → membergroup . local. → play-by . harry styles. |
» THE FREESTYLE APP.
"Hello, my name is Seth and I am writing this very long letter to you because I feel like writing to somebody and, well, you're as good a person as any. In this letter, you will find details of my life up to this point as well as clues as to who I am (which even I don't know, really, but maybe you'll be able to tell me after reading this). If you stop enjoying it, by all means, stop reading.
I was born in Stretford, near Manchester. My parents always tell me I was a 'happy surprise,' which I suppose is fairly accurate - I am happy, a lot of the time, and I was definitely a surprise, because nobody in their right mind would have another kid when they'd raised three perfectly good ones already ('perfectly good' might be a strong phrase, by 'perfectly good' I of course mean that all of my siblings were - and are - in good health, fully functioning, and relatively successful... not to mention, normal). Bex is the youngest, aside from me, and she was eight when I was born. Apparently, everyone was really excited to hold me and count to make sure all my fingers and toes were there and pet my fuzzy head, but from as far back as I can remember I was mostly a nuisance. I never sat still or did what I was told and I asked too many questions and I was always getting in the way. Mostly because nobody cared to pay attention to me otherwise. What can I say? It was my survival instinct kicking in. I've never been quiet, and I've definitely never been able to give people the space they need because half the time I'm convinced they don't really need it, even if they've told me that they do (which is funny, because when I want to be alone, I want to be really alone. Except for Ev. Ev doesn't count. But I'll get to him later).
I guess my parents weren't too impressed with kids by the time I came along. They loved me, obviously, but in a casual, 'oh, right, Seth' way. Mel - my oldest sister - seemed to like calling me a twerp, but she only really liked me when her friends came over and went on about how cute I was (I liked Mel's friends). I never got along with Becky, probably because I stole her place as the baby of the family... not that it did me any good, I got hardly any special treatment, which is really a bit of a jip if you ask me. My favourite person was Tim, my brother. I guess he got tired of being the only boy for so long, so once I was old enough to be considered a person he got all excited and taught me half the things I know. Like football (even if I always missed the ball), camping (we used to set up the tent in our back yard and go through knot-tying books and he would make macaroni and cheese on a little propane stove and we would sleep out there and he would tell me stories about crazy stuff he did with his friends but I'm sure half of them were made up but I believed them at the time) and guitar (he really tried, but if there's one thing I'll never be able to do it's play guitar. And make toast without burning it).
At school, I pretty much got along with everyone (except for that one kid who wouldn't share the blocks and I shoved him over and got a time out, and even though we were only six when that happened we agreed to mutually hate each other for the rest of our lives). But looking back, it feels like there was always something missing because I never really invited anyone over - they all wanted to play with action figures and toy trucks and I wanted to dig for worms and help my mum plant her garden - and I never really had a super close friend who I felt like I could tell anything to (I guess boys aren't like that, usually, at least not the ones that I knew), and I had Tim and he was enough.
But Tim went away to college and suddenly I didn't have him any more, and that's when I realized how lonely I was. Which is probably a funny thing for a ten year old to realize, that they're lonely, especially one like me who could talk and talk and who only had one enemy. I guess I just got so used to Tim that I forgot I would need other people eventually, and by the time he left, Mel was already gone and Becky was running off with a different boy every week and Mum and Dad didn't seem to realize there was a hole left by Tim and in need of filling. I did talk to him on the phone every week, but it wasn't the same as having him there to show me how to put up a tarp or cook the best chocolate chip cookies or bend it like Beckham.
And that was when Ev came. I remember it was sunny and I was trying to paint my cat (but she kept moving and she had too many stripes) and my window was open because it was hot and I felt like I was melting and I was bored and frustrated because all I wanted was a nice picture of Greywacke but she was the worst model in the whole universe - and then I heard a car coming down the street, and it didn't sound quite like the other cars that usually came down the street (did you know, they all sound a little different? If you just listen, you can hear it), and when I looked outside I realized it wasn't a car but a moving van, and then a family van, and the door opened and there was a boy who looked like he could be my age so I dropped my paint brush and ran downstairs and across the street and introduced myself.
My favourite thing about Ev, to start, was that he was Irish. And I told him mostly what I just told you, and I kept talking until he gave up on being paranoid and gave in to being my friend (I also fed him some of those best chocolate chip cookies I was telling you about), and suddenly I wasn't so alone. And he didn't mind digging up worms or planting things in my mum's garden, and when we started at school he didn't ditch me for the other kids and I guess that's when I realized he would be my best friend for life.
It was really lucky I found Ev, because a couple years later Tim really changed. He never told me much about why, only that it had to do with his relationship ending, but he was sad and distant and he stayed locked in his room most days just playing his guitar or listening to music, and I tried to talk to him but he always said "later"; later, later, later, until I hated the word 'later' so much that I just stopped talking to him altogether. Which, I wish I hadn't now, because it wasn't too long after I stopped trying that he went to America for good. And when he stopped calling, that's when I really wished I'd been able to stop being the annoying little brother for five seconds and somehow figured out how to be his friend, or at least someone he could talk to. And I'm still not quite sure why he left or why he stopped talking to us (because we didn't do anything, did we? Did I do something?), I only know that I miss him. But it kind of sucks to talk about it, I'd rather talk about Ev because he was there with me through the whole thing and he didn't leave like Tim did and the point is, it was really lucky I found Ev.
Ev is the reason we're in America, now. He was the one who suggested it, on one of those nights during your final year of school when you realize you're about to go off the deep end and everything gets exciting and terrifying all at once. He wanted to get away and I wanted to get away and, in the end, we did - we got away. We got on a plane and we flew to Florida and we rented a place and we started making it on our own. And I still call home, but I'm glad I'm not back there any more, with all the empty bedrooms and empty memories and loneliness.
We stayed in Florida for a few months - it was great, with the beach and the weather and we bought a puppy and named it Windsor - and Florida is also where Ev first kissed me and we realized, hey, maybe we're not just best friends - so it'll always be an important place for me, really. But my Aunt (I haven't mentioned her before, my Auntie Rhonda, she lives over here and didn't visit us much back home, but when she did she always brought me things and I've always been able to talk to her almost as good as I can talk to Ev, or could talk to Tim) offered us her beach home in California when she found out Ev and I were engaged (we're engaged, I won't get into that because I already feel queasy just thinking about it, not in a cold feet way but more of a really excited way), and we couldn't say no because it's the most perfect thing anyone's ever offered us. And that's how we've ended up here; we packed up our things (not that we even got around to unpacking a lot of them) and drove across the country (because Ev is terrified of planes) and got here and, really, even though I've always been a (mostly) happy person, this is the happiest I've ever been."
» OUT OF CHARACTER.
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kitty!
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nineteen, female
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nada
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It was just after six in the morning, and already the sky was a pretty shade of pale blue. Seth wasn't much of an early riser unless, of course, surfing happened to be on the day's agenda... which, coincidentally, it was. He bounced out of bed without so much as a longing sigh into his pillow, pulling on a shirt and wandering to the toilet to take care of personal hygiene; no need to go into detail there. Once his face was washed and his teeth were brushed, he made his way back through his bedroom, pausing to give Tuna - who was still curled up at the foot of his bed - a loving shove. She started, staring up at him with her beady black eyes, but then decided he wasn't worth the trouble of getting annoyed and readjusted herself, trying to recapture sleep. Seth snickered, making his way to the kitchen.
Quickly and quietly, he chopped up an assortment of vegetables, then pulled some bacon out and set it on the counter. After a moment's thought, he grabbed the frying pan from the cupboard, laying it atop its usual element before stepping back to admire his handiwork. He even rubbed his hands together with glee; as usual, it was going to be a delicious breakfast, and then he and Ev would finally be off to explore the great beaches of Florida. He couldn't wait. His lips were already stretched into their signature grin, and his eyes glowed merrily as he tiptoed away, moving quietly toward Ev's bedroom.
He paused in the doorway, casting a quick glance about the room to locate Sparta. Fortunately, she had decided to curl up in her (ridiculous, useless, are-you-Paris-Hilton-you-are-if-you-buy-that-for-your-bytheway-girl-dog) doggie bed, and therefore did not obstruct his path to his best friend. At this point, Ev was nothing more than some fluffy blonde bits of hair poking out from beneath his covers. Seth almost wanted to laugh at how adorable he looked. Instead, he took a running leap at the bed and launched himself across it, crash landing right on the body that had previously been so peaceful.
"Ev!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, rolling over to grab at the sleeping boy and shaking him unceremoniously, "it's time to get up!"
Then, he burst into a fit of unrestrainable giggles for really no reason whatsoever, still laying very much on top of him.
[/center]kitty!
→ age and gender .
nineteen, female
→ time zone .
pst
→ other characters .
nada
→ sample post .
It was just after six in the morning, and already the sky was a pretty shade of pale blue. Seth wasn't much of an early riser unless, of course, surfing happened to be on the day's agenda... which, coincidentally, it was. He bounced out of bed without so much as a longing sigh into his pillow, pulling on a shirt and wandering to the toilet to take care of personal hygiene; no need to go into detail there. Once his face was washed and his teeth were brushed, he made his way back through his bedroom, pausing to give Tuna - who was still curled up at the foot of his bed - a loving shove. She started, staring up at him with her beady black eyes, but then decided he wasn't worth the trouble of getting annoyed and readjusted herself, trying to recapture sleep. Seth snickered, making his way to the kitchen.
Quickly and quietly, he chopped up an assortment of vegetables, then pulled some bacon out and set it on the counter. After a moment's thought, he grabbed the frying pan from the cupboard, laying it atop its usual element before stepping back to admire his handiwork. He even rubbed his hands together with glee; as usual, it was going to be a delicious breakfast, and then he and Ev would finally be off to explore the great beaches of Florida. He couldn't wait. His lips were already stretched into their signature grin, and his eyes glowed merrily as he tiptoed away, moving quietly toward Ev's bedroom.
He paused in the doorway, casting a quick glance about the room to locate Sparta. Fortunately, she had decided to curl up in her (ridiculous, useless, are-you-Paris-Hilton-you-are-if-you-buy-that-for-your-bytheway-girl-dog) doggie bed, and therefore did not obstruct his path to his best friend. At this point, Ev was nothing more than some fluffy blonde bits of hair poking out from beneath his covers. Seth almost wanted to laugh at how adorable he looked. Instead, he took a running leap at the bed and launched himself across it, crash landing right on the body that had previously been so peaceful.
"Ev!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, rolling over to grab at the sleeping boy and shaking him unceremoniously, "it's time to get up!"
Then, he burst into a fit of unrestrainable giggles for really no reason whatsoever, still laying very much on top of him.
