Post by - Alex St. Germaine - on Jul 4, 2010 2:22:18 GMT -6
This app is to be read like its on a tape. If you've read 13 reasons why, its in that format.
Tape One: This is me
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"My Full Name is Alexandre Christian St. Germaine III ... "
"It's a bit complicated, I know, so here're some nicknames - Alex, Lex ..."
"Age? I've got - 19 years behind me. Not quite sure where they went..."
"My birthdate is - November 20th. Nothing Special there ...
I got held back two grades and I'm a - Senior in High School ...
Someone once thought I was - Xavier Samuel - I think they're crazy ..."
Tape Two: This is how they see me
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"My hair is blonde ..."
"Eyes? Hey...remember when we leared about rocks? In science? Well they're colored like Obsidian. (Brown, Almost Black for those of you with bad memory.)"
"Okay so...how tall am I? 6'4". Not bad, eh? I weigh 154 pounds" ...
"I don't have any piercings or tattoos. Sorry to be so boring ..."
"Oh boy...my 'personal style?' What is this, People Magazine?" *sigh* "I like to keep my hair short because its easier to manage. It was kind of long in my sophomore year but it was black then too. Not going back to that. I'm kind of what you would call a 'roll out of bed and just go with it' kind of guy. Don't get me wrong...I'd style it for stuff like prom or a date...if I did that kind of stuff. Even then though it wouldn't be overkill; I'm not Joe Jonas. "
"Clothes time. Okay so, here's whats laying around my dirty clothes pile right now: Slim fit Jeans, some V-Neck cotton shirts, regular jeans, some sweatpants. Theres a leather jacket and scarf by the window. Some converse and boots by the door. My motorcycle helmet is on the dresser...and um...right now I'm wearing plaid boxers and that's it. Don't judge... I just woke up." >.<
Okay, so this is getting personal. You wanna know physical flaws? Crap...I'm like Chuck Norris; I don't have any. Kidding. But in all seriousness, I've got some pretty bad scars on my back from a crash I had a few weeks ago. It still hurts like hell. And...er...I don't smile alot. I bet you think that's a flaw.
Tape Three: This is what I like
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"I most like my motorcycle - It's so legit. Clouds = no sun. Order - OCD...what can I say? Loud music - it blocks stuff out. Painting - ... Mechanics, select breakfast foods & pizza - Everything else pretty much sucks. Alcohol is always nice... and coffee is my life."
"I dislike the sun, clutter, messes, loud places, most food, soda, dancing - mostly cause' i can't do it, constant socialization" (school)
"My Hobbies include - fixing shit, sleeping, painting, yeah."
Tape Four: This who I am
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"Weakness is a funny word. I have tons. For one, I'm like...obsessive compulsive about frigging' everything. If you need a clue as to what that means, just think 'clean freak' and you've got me. Everything's gotta be in order for me whether that's chronological, alphabetical, etc. You name it and it's that way. Besides that, I have problems with being social. That's what my last shrink said anyway. My Uncle Dick made me go. I guess it's kind of true though...I hate school, I hate malls and I hate traffic. Sue me. Every time I'm in busy places like those I get headaches from hell and it's not pretty. Sometimes it makes me throw up... so when that happens I'll most likely go be alone somewhere. Shocking, eh?"
"Secrets!, Shh! *laughs* This isn't a very big secret but I bet I could still get razzed for this'; I keep a journal. There I said it. It's not a diary. It's a journal...where I write about my life and stuff. : P"
"I fear lots of stuff. For one, Miley Cyrus scares me to death. Don't ask why cause' I don't really know. She's just kind of creepy. Her and Justin Bieber. I hope we never meet. Besides that, I'd have to say fire because it hurts and rejection because it sucks. And will probably happen a lot. : ("
*sings* "Person~ person~ person.al.i.ty! If you haven't gotten this by now, I'm a mess. I'm weird and I'm tidy. I like routines. I grew up away from other kids as in; the far side of the playground. Nobody would ever share their Crayons with me...I still find that offensive. (kidding.) Anyway... I don't stick around for school lunch anymore... I usually go outside and eat the lunch junk that the lunch ladies make. At least I don't feel like such a loser out there. I'm pretty sure that everybody thinks that I'm a dick...I don't blame them. I won't try to change their minds. They can think what they want."
"I bet you stopped reading already. Because I'm pathetic. Well it only gets worse, I assure you. I'm sad. I'm the emo-est non emo you ever knew. I guess it's just that...I'm afraid that if people get to know me...they won't like me anymore. Not that they liked me in the first place...but sitll. Think about it...I'm quiet, I have a temper, I'm really withdrawn and I push people away. I wouldn't like me either."
"But...if you want to see me be more normal, just put me with a bunch of kids. I love kids....not in a creepy way but in the way that I really really wish that I could have siblings. I know that I cant...but...still. None of them judge you and none of them fake themselves to impress others. They're just nice...and genuine. "
"So...if you actually get to know me...I'd like to think that I can be sort of funny. But...most people think that being seen with me is bad for their reputations. It kind of stings to know that people feel that way...but I'm a loner and that's how we do."
Tape Five: This is who I was
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"I was born in Canada and both of my parents were French. That means that I speak both French and English fluently if you didn't catch it. I lived there until I was four. We only moved because my mom died that year and my dad couldn't stand to be with his memories of her. So...we came here. To Escape. It didn't really work...he was still sad for a long time. I didn't get it until I was eight. I wasn't sad because I didn't really remember her. I still feel guilty for that because apparently she loved me to death. But even though I did't ever connect with my mom...my dad was my best friend. He just...got me. Every nanny I ever had, called me insane and quit soon after they began. But he never quit on me. He treated me like I wasn't strange, like it wasn't me that was bad, but my behaviors. He taught me how to overcome things like my pet hamster dying. And...how to paint. He stayed up until four or five in the morning some days just painting pictures. He said that art was insomnia and I had to agree. Because even though I was young, he let me stay up and paint with him. We were the perfect pair; two crazy artists that 'didn't need sleep' or so he teased."
*pauses* - *coughs* - *clears throat* "My eyes are read now..." *sad smile*
"It was in November--right before I turned eleven--that he... that he got in the wreck. He didn't die in it...and when I heard that I almost died of relief. He did go into a coma though...and he didn't come out of it. He wasn't legally dead but I overheard my uncle talking on the phone once... he said 'He's as good as dead...his brain is dead. No function.' It wasn't so heartless... the grown man had burst into tears just then. It was a bad time for both of us. And since I didn't really have anybody else...I went to stay with my uncle in his trailer home. It was stinky and messy and that nearly put me into a coma. I had it clean before long though. It never looked better as far as I'm concerned. "
"I visited my dad every day...I told him everything that happened to me --or everything that didn't happen to me -- at school. Like acing the spelling test or throwing up during the school play. That was bad. He never answered though and I hadn't expected him to. I think I always hoped that he'd wake up though. That he'd smile at me and say, 'It'll be okay...we can always go paint it out.' But he never did. A year and a half later, my uncle gave the consent to pull the plug. They did...and I couldn't watch. I felt like a baby for it but I couldn't stand to just stay there and wait for the machine to quit beeping. I'm almost positive that I 'grew up' that day. I became a man at age twelve. That almost sounds creepy...but its true. I was 'mature' by then."
"After that...I went into a depressed stage. I died my hair black and grew it out. I wasn't any more or less social but it made it more visible. People could see my pain on the outside then. I never stopped visiting though. I just switched from room 112 of the hospital to row 17 or the cemetery. I still visit...and he still doesn't respond. It's not very different. It's just...oddly final. "
"I still live in Rainfield...in the Trailer-park. I saved up for my motorcycle and cleaned up. I cut my hair...and it's blonde again. People still don't talk to me much and that's okay. I'm sort of used to it...but I can't lie. I kind of want to have somebody like my mom was for my dad. Or a friend like my dad was to me...though he can't be replaced."
Tape Six: This is who I knew/know
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"Nancy St. Germaine was my mom. "
"Dominic St. Germaine was my dad."
"I don't have siblings but I wish I did."
"I don't have pets either."
"I do have my Uncle Richard." (Dick). "We're friendly to each-other but our schedules usually don't mix. Meaning that he has a life."
"So...um...thanks for sticking around." *pause* "Bye."
Tape Seven: This is the poor schmuck who I got stuck with
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I'm Megan
Other Characters Include, Carter, Chris, Madelyn, Michael, Jinx.
How did you find Escape? I made it, baby.
Plotting: He's a pretty sad character. If you'd like to be his friend, just reply below. We can work out some plot stuff. I'd like any friends to be serious....he's gonna freak out if you just walk up to him and say hello. I wouldn't advise that.
Also, I'm not putting an example because I think this app is example enough. Also, I approve it because I can.
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