Post by RUEBEN JAMES DAWSON on Oct 28, 2011 21:07:31 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #373e46 45px solid; border-right: #515c69 4px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] RUEBEN JAMES DAWSON ----- CHEEKY, RECKLESS, MERCILESS ----- twenty-four, shade, male,  krys || guillaume varki { make yourself shine } If you could kill anybody in the world and get away with it, who would they be? |
"Going straight in for the kill, huh?" He laughs breathlessly, leaning back against his chair, form relaxed and at ease. The man cocks his head sideways, a coy smile on his face. "You don't dilly-dally around, do you? Well, my good man, you've just earned yourself some points for that. You're straightforward and to the point; I like it. We'd get on very well, you and I." He grins once more, before leaning forward: bark slightly arched, grasping his hands together in a tight lock, elbows resting on his knees. "As for your question? Well, anyone that annoyed me enough for me to lust for their death, obviously. I don't care who it would be, I'd still kill them with my own two hands. But fortunately, everyone I want dead is dead, and nobody else has managed to wriggle their way onto that list." He pauses, seemingly at thought. "Yet, anyway. You never know, I suppose. A temper is a fickle thing, after all."
If you had the choice to save a person's life, but in return yours ends; would you do it?[/color][/b]
He pauses again, apparently taking his time to answer. Another grin weaves itself onto his lips, and he looks up, his darkened eyes just catching the light. "What's your name? Alex? Nice name, Alex. Well, let me tell you something, my man. Your life, is the most important thing in the world; value it. Don't give it away so easily. Don't.. swap it, don't underestimate it, don't treat it as if it's nothing. It's your life, Alex. You only have one, so live it." He finishes with a dazzling smile, leaning forward just an inch more. "Never save someone for the price of your own life, Alex. They aren't worth it. I would never do it. The only person in the world out there, that i would even consider saving, is myself. Do you understand? It's a dog eat dog world you there, my man, and quite frankly.. I've got quite the bite."
What did you get up to last night?[/color][/b]
He chuckles, leaning forwards and giving the man opposite a light punch on the shoulder. "Again, so straightforward! Why have we never met before? We should be the greatest of friends, Alex. The greatest of friends." He clasps his hands together, before lightly brushing his lower lip with the top of his index finger, eyes narrowing in concentration. "Now, last night.. Well, uh, don't judge me, Alex, but it seems as if my memory is drawing up a blank." He chuckles. "Boys night out, and all that. You understand, don't you? Of course you do. But, if the little titbits of information serve me correctly, then I seem to remember a certain club, and a few lady friends." He pauses, before frowning slightly, cocking his head to the side once more. "Many lady friends." He covers his eyes with his hands as if in shame, but the wide grin on his face says otherwise. He slowly shakes his head as his memory runs back to him. "Oh, Alex. I've been a bad man." He peeks through a gap in his fingers. "A very bad man. It seems I went out with men and returned with women. Plenty, at that. All in one night." He stops here, apparently confused. "What I don't understand, is how I managed to fit so many in so little time." He shrugs. "I must be quicker than I thought." He smirks, and gives a quick wink in victory.
Have you ever been in love? If not, do you want to be?
"Oh, my. Love." He cringes, making a face. "Must we? Must we, Alex?" He sighs, giving a little shake of the head in defiance. "I'm afraid that's lost you some points, my man. Going all girly on me." He grins nonetheless, and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms loosely. "Now. Let's see. I do believe that when I was seven, I caught eyes with what I thought was the loveliest girl in the world. Beautiful blonde hair-nearly white, I think-and the widest blue eyes that I'd ever seen. Yes, she was quite magnificent. But only the appearance. I do remember gathering a bunch of well, rather frail looking flowers, thinking back now, but flowers nonetheless, and offering it to the girl, only to have it thrown back in my face." He chuckles. "You see, she was an Angelli, I do believe. And well, proud and arrogant things that they are, she just couldn't accept a bouquet from a Shade." He laughs, shaking his head. "Youth." He smirks, a playful glow in his eyes. "Have I ever been in love? Well, Alex, that's the only time I've felt anything other than lust for the opposite sex." He pauses, apparently aiming for dramatic effect. "I'll let you decide."
I hear you have quite a history. Care to share?
"No, not really, but since you asked so directly, I'll make an exception. It isn't really interesting, or even heart-warming, but since you want to hear it so badly, then be my guest." He stops, moving around in his seat for a comfier position. "Ah, that's it. Now, where was I. Ah, right. I was born in a family of wealth, Alex. Two older brothers, one younger. Quite a big family, but not large, I'd say. My father was too busy making more money for the family, greedy thing, he was. And my mother, to put it bluntly, was quite the whore. Starved for attention, I suppose. Well, I don't blame the poor thing. My father always did spend more time with his work than his wife. So she spent her time with other men, furthermore tying herself up into that complicated web of unhappiness that was her life. You see, Alex, I had everything. Money, luxury, popularity. But I didn't have stability. And to a young boy, stability is quite important. You need stability, to make sure a boy grows up good and proper. Otherwise, he'll grow up wrong." He laughs. "Otherwise, he'll grow up like me, Alex. But that's not the point. Now, I think near my eighteenth birthday, my mother fell pregnant from one of her affairs. It didn't surprise me, it was bound to happen soon. None of my other brothers were surprised either. The only one that didn't expect it was my father, really, and that's only because he hadn't had sex with my mother in what I suppose was a very long time. But guilt has a way of making people desperate, Alex, and desperation can be very convincing. My mother managed to spin a story about some sort of late pregnancy, and like the dumb fool that he was, my father bought it. That is, until she gave birth to a Half-breed. Perhaps it wouldn't have been shocking, to any other matched pair. But you see, my parents were one of the rare exceptions. They were both Shades. And even my father wasn't that stupid." He laughs once more, his eyes dancing with pleasure. "That night, he trapped my mother and her bastard son, and then set the house on fire. As for me? I helped, of course. Poured the oil then struck the match. Then set my father on fire. Then my eldest brother. Then the next. And then the youngest. And I watched them burn to ashes." He continues laughing, his voice straining with what could be the beginnings of insanity. "You'd think the Council would catch me, wouldn't you. You'd think they would send me to the Cages, figure out what I had done." He smiles widely, pleased. "But they didn't suspect me, at all. They didn't suspect a wrecked boy, crying his heart out over the loss of his family. Jealousy, they said. They blamed it on jealousy. A few people who couldn't handle the thought of the Dawsons, so rich in money and fame. They even called me lucky, Alex. The said that I was lucky I hadn't been in the house when they started the fire, when really, it was me all along." He grins, but it soon fades, his eyes seemingly haunted. "Stability, Alex. A young boy deserves stability. Otherwise, he ends up like me. A poor boy without family, but fortunate enough to inherit all his father's earnings." He finally stops laughing, eyes wandering off, shoulders sagging. "Stability, Alex." He murmurs. "A young boy deserves stability."
Geez, i hear the Council are being bitches these days. Your view on them?[/color][/b]
He blinks, looking confused. After a few seconds, coherent thought returns, and he grins, apparently back to his usual self. "Ah, the dreaded Council. Quite frankly, I don't really have a view on them, at all. You see, to gain a view from me, you'd actually have to do something, Alex. And the Council, hasn't done anything, it seems. Which really, leads you to the thought: do we really need the Council? Because it seems we're doing just fine, without any of their help." He shrugs. "But that's just me, Alex. Maybe the Council prefers to do their work underground, secrecy and all that. Do it in the dead of night, then blame the results on the monsters under the stairs." He chuckles, his voice full of sarcasm. "You never know. It could be true. After all, what else could they be doing? You know, instead of lounging around, basking in luxury and power, all because of a title. Funny, really. Anyone could call themselves the 'chosen one' from the Gods, and be treated like kings. But only a select few get the idea, don't they?" He smiles. "And only those select few become the Council, hm?"
Idea of a perfect date?
"The perfect date?" He laughs. "Oh, Alex. I don't do dates. I do going out to clubs, buying that lucky girl a drink, taking her back home, then either kicking her out after the deed is done, or go for round two." He gives a cheeky grin, licking his lower lip. "Oh, and Alex? That's another few points scraped off your chart. Perfect dates? Come on, man. What happened to straight forward and to the point?"
If your life had a slogan, what would it be?
"Huh. Let's see.. Maybe, live your life to the fullest? Or live everyday as if it's your last. I don't really know, I've never really put much thought into these things before. Quite frankly, I have better things to do, Alex. You understand, right? Slogans aren't really.. important, in my life. They're quite boring, and boring, isn't a word that I associate with myself."
Your favorite meal?
"Well, I don't really have one. Just give me a good steak and wine, and I'm happy. I'm not really fussy, as long as the meal is up to my standard, then anything is fine. Come to think of it, I don't really have a favourite anything, really. I suppose my taste in things changes all the time, so there's no point in me having a favourite anything."
So times are hard, aren't they? What can you do to protect yourself?[/color][/b]
"I have a killer punch." He grins, before flexing his muscles. "See these babies? They don't come easy, my man. Hours of hard work in the gym, is what it takes to get this," He points to his body, an arrogant smile on his lips. "Now, I'm not saying I'm the strongest, because I'm not. But I'm stronger than most. Oh, and of course, my winning personality." He winks, before laughing, waving away the nonsense with a flick of his wrist. "I'm just kidding, Alex. My personality isn't that winning. Strength wise, I'm confident. Seducing the women, I'm sure I excel at. I'm a great talker, Alex. I can use my words with ease. It just comes naturally to me, you know?" He gives a light shrug, nonchalant. "What can I say? I'm pretty much perfect." He grins once more, before giving another wink. "Just kidding."
Wow, you have quite a reputation around here. How'd you get it?[/color][/b]
He laughs. "Just kill your family and inherit money, Alex. Then make sure you've got the looks and words, and you've got yourself that reputation of the rich, young and handsome bachelor. Easy, really. People can be so easily controlled to make you think what you want them to think. You just gotta know how to do it. It's like the Council. They've managed to brainwash everyone into thinking people need them, when really, we don't. And me? I do the same. My family was already well known due to their wealth, and after their pitiful death, my fame only grew, taking the direction of some broken soul who need fixing. People see me, and they think that I'm harmless. A flirt, maybe a jerk, unfortunate, whatever. People look at me, and think a lot of things, but they never guess that I'm capable of murder. You see? People. They jump to conclusions, too easily. They talk to you for 5 minutes, and they think they know you, when really, they don't at all. People call me cheeky, reckless, a flirt. I agree. But I'd also call my self cold, calculating and merciless. I don't give a damn about other people, and they shouldn't give a damn about me. But, when you're pretty famous around here for your wealth and looks like me, you find that people do care about you." He pauses, a smile on his face. "Their loss."
Do you like your family?
He frowns, tilting his frame forward, almost threatening. "Really, Alex? I'm all for direct, but isn't this a little repetitive? Tedious, in fact? We've already covered the subject of my family when you asked about my history nearly ten minutes ago." He sighs. "Alex. Alex, Alex, Alex. I helped my father trap my mother and her son in her room. I locked the door, poured oil down the stairs and in the many rooms of our mansion, struck the match and watched as the house burned down. I then grabbed my father and my brothers and pushed him into the flames. All for the money." He laughs. "My life with them, was bitter and alone. My parents were never around, and my brothers were too busy building their own lives to take care of mine. My pleas of help were never heard, and never answered. And I repeated the gesture when they cried for mercy." He pauses. "Do you think I like my family, Alex? Do you think I love them?" He smiles, gently. "Do you?"
Good or evil? Which do you choose?[/color][/b]
"The world isn't as black and white as that, Alex. There is no solid good, or evil. There's a mixture of both, shades of grey that disrupt the two lines. No one can be pure good, or evil. I don't choose, because I don't have a choice. You are what you are. Good or evil, it doesn't matter, because by the time you die, you've dabbled in both." He smiles pleasantly, relaxing back into the comfier position in his chair. "There's no point in trying to choose, my man, because really, your answer doesn't matter. I don't think I'm evil. I'm bad. Of course, I'm bad. But not completely evil."
So are your sheets being tousled or what?[/color][/b]
He rolls his eyes, looking bored. "Of course, Alex! I already told you my appreciation for women. There's hardly a night I go to bed without the company of a woman. And most of the time, Alex, there's more than one lady in my bed." He grins, eyelids drooping only just, apparently reminiscing about the past night. "The more the better, in my opinion. Oh, definitely better."
If you had to chose, what is your least favorite thing about yourself?[/font][/color]
"Nothing." He laughs, his grin widening. "What's the point of being alive, if you hate yourself? Why, do you go around pondering over the parts of yourself that you dislike most, Alex? I don't. You should love yourself. Confidence, is key, my man. Confidence." He laughs again, rubbing his temple slightly with his knuckle. "But I've heard others say that I could do with caring about others. You know, being a bit more sensitive and the like." He makes a face. "I tend to ignore those said others, really. They're mostly the women I either kick out or refuse to sleep with." He chuckles. "We all have standards, after all."[/blockquote]
{ introduce yourself }
holy shit, krys is that you? we haven't talked for 4 years! that is just ridiculous. we should meet up sometime; PM ok?
{ show off those skills, baby }
Light danced across his eyes, the warmth from the flames setting his face alight with a lively glow. He stood, fingers crooked, jaw clenched from the tension, eyes wide with excitement. His heart was thumping with a pace that he had never felt before, and the blood rushing through his brain with a quickened speed was making his head spin. Mouth slightly agape, the seventeen year old gingerly took a step back, widening his view of what used to be his home. As he watched, flames engulfed the black walls of the mansion, flickers of red climbing higher and higher, until there was nothing left to consume. The darkened smoke rose high into the air, mixing with the already grey clouds of Pandora.
The smell of oil was thick, but it was the burning scent of flesh that draped itself across the male, surrounding his body and tightening in a suffocating lock of discomfort. The high pitched screams full of pain and panic had long since gone, leaving nothing but the roar of fire eating away, and a chilling silence that spread throughout the scene. Black smudges of dirt streaked across the boy's cheeks, only to be accompanied by the larger smudges on his clothes. Usually, the boy would have cared over such a detail, but his mind was transfixed on something else.
There, in the top left window: something ghostly pale, almost glowing with white. Was it his imagination, or was that the face of his mother? Those two black holes which used to be eyes-was it just him, or were they staring directly at Rueben? And that skinny hand of hers, almost showing bone. It was beckoning him to come closer, wasn't it? For him to join his family, to walk towards his death, just like had pushed his father to his. He took a step forward, eyes fixed on the white figure in the window. It flickered as one tall flame licked the glass pane, breaking off the boy's contact, just enough for him to retrace his steps, walking back, away from his burning home.
A tired but victorious smile weaved itself onto his lips, and he began to laugh, quiet at first, but steadily increasing in volume. He was alone. But wasn't he always?
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