Post by deandrerayparish on Jul 31, 2010 7:41:29 GMT -5
DE'ANDRERAYMONDPARISH !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
nicknames: 'Dre, D-Ray, DRP
age: Sixteen
gender: Male
grade: Sophomore
sexuality: Straight
played by: John Brown[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
personality: One of the most outgoing people you'll ever meet. He's willing to try most things atleast once, and doesn't really like to make enemies. He doesn't like to really judge people by appearance, though sometimes he'll catch himself doing it. He tries to appeal to everybody, but he realizes that some people just won't like you.
likes:
- Parties
- Liquor/Alchohol
- Girls
- Basketball
- Football
- Music
- Mountain Dew
- Video Games
dislikes:
- Swimming
- Baseball
- Ignorant People
- School Work
- Cheesey Movies
strengths:
- Loyalty
- Humor
- Athlete
- Smart
- Charisma
weaknesses:
- Arguements/Fighting
- Harboring Hatred
- Homesickness
- Too Cocky At Times
- Liquor/Alchohol
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
father: Raymond Michael Parish - 43 - Lawyer
siblings: None
significant other (s): None
pets: None
hometown: Paris, Texas[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
other characters here:
best way to reach you: Obviously through PM here, or hit me on my e-mail.
RP sample:
WOOP! WOOP! WOOP!
Everyone else scattered, hopping fences and just running as fast as possible to get away. The only person who wasn't able to get away quickly enough was the fastest one among them, oddly enough. This kid was wearing a Shmeduim sized, black X Is The Weapon shirt, more specifically the Jay Electronica Exhibit C shirt, a pair of Crown Holder jeans, a white belt, and Batman special edition BAPES. The kid was...De'Andre Raymond Parish, though he normally shortened Raymond to just Ray. Star athlete at Paris High School, straight-A student, and just an all around good kid. That is until this year. He realized over last summer that he's wasted a year of high school, not partying, not doing anything "fun", and he wasn't going to let the next three years be the same. So, he met up with a select group of kids and they were smoking a little pot. Harmless. I know, right? Well, the scenario continues to run through his head as the policemen walk him up to the front door of his home. This was going to be the worst moment in his life. His mother wouldn't be so harsh about it, but his dad would take this to his grave. The front door slowly opens a few moments after the knocks, with both Raymond and Michelle Parish standing together. The look on their faces is one of shock as they realize that it is their son with two police officers. His father is the first to speak up.
Raymond Parish: Wh-what's going on officers? What happened?
Officer Morrison: Well, it seems that your boy here was out smoking drugs with some other kids. They all got away, but this kid didn't move a lick.
The reason he didn't "move a lick" was because he was too scared to move. He figured it best if he stayed and got caught, rather than be chased down and slammed onto the ground. His mother appeared almost in tears, not every having fathomed her son getting in trouble with the law.
Michelle Parish: What are you gonna do to him?
Officer Peters: I think...we can put this behind us. I mean, almost every kid tries it atleast once. It's not a major deal. We'll be leaving his punishment up to you two.
With that the officers scurry back to their patrol cars, leaving De'Andre at the mercy of his parents. That is probably the worst thing they could have done. His dad grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pulls him into the house, almost slinging him halfway across the hallway by doing so. 'Dre stumbles a bit, but maintains his balance as he begins to walk away.
Raymond Parish: Boy, where in the hell do you think you're going? We're not done with you!
De'Andre stops right in his tracks, he was already embarrassed enough, he really didn't need a lecture about it. He turns back to his parents, arms hanging down at his side...almost appearing defeated.
Raymond Parish: First you let your grades start slipping down to C's...now this? What's wrong with you, kid? Huh?
De'Andre knows better to answer this. It's a retorical question, and if he answered it his pops would just say he was mouthing at him or something.
Michelle Parish: You remember what we talked about before? That if you didn't get those grades up we were going to have to do something? Well, I think this calls for it.
With that, De'Andre in his anger does the worst thing a kid can do to his parents...walks away. He stomps up the stairs, letting his feet take his anger out on them as he rushes to his room. Come to think of it, it was probably better that his parents did what they were going to do...because he was ready to get out of this crappy little town. He slams his bedroom door shut, his parents still down by the door, stricken with shock. He quickly grabs a pair of head phones and his iPod, shuffling through his massive music library until he finds the song he's looking for, Exhibit C by Jay Electronica. About the time Jay reaches the lyrics on 'Dre's shirt, his door swings wide open to reveal his father. Anger has now replaced the shock on his face, but 'Dre simply ignores him, bobbing his head to the music. This sends his father over the edge, as he storms over at rips the head phones off of his head.
Raymond Parish: You know what? You wanna go out and do drugs and ruin your life? Fine! But, you're not coming back into this house. No, sir! You're not even gonna do it in this town. I've got the perfect place for you to go. Boarding school.
Wow. Was what De'Andre did really that bad that he was getting booted out of the house? De'Andre has had enough of his pops at this point, and that last comment sent him over the edge as well.
De'Andre Ray Parish: Good! I'm tired of this shitty little town anyway. Don't nobody wanna be here! I wanna get out of this town, and be somebody. I don't wanna be forty years old, doing some crappy job, and hating my life like you. 'Cause there isn't a damn thing in this town for me, bruh. Not a damn thing...
Before those last few words came out, his father stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. De'Andre didn't really want to go to boarding school, or be out of this house at sixteen. But, he couldn't let his father know that. He had to appear strong, so that maybe he would not go through with it. Unfortunately, his dad was set on shipping him off. There was no turning back from this point.
Everyone else scattered, hopping fences and just running as fast as possible to get away. The only person who wasn't able to get away quickly enough was the fastest one among them, oddly enough. This kid was wearing a Shmeduim sized, black X Is The Weapon shirt, more specifically the Jay Electronica Exhibit C shirt, a pair of Crown Holder jeans, a white belt, and Batman special edition BAPES. The kid was...De'Andre Raymond Parish, though he normally shortened Raymond to just Ray. Star athlete at Paris High School, straight-A student, and just an all around good kid. That is until this year. He realized over last summer that he's wasted a year of high school, not partying, not doing anything "fun", and he wasn't going to let the next three years be the same. So, he met up with a select group of kids and they were smoking a little pot. Harmless. I know, right? Well, the scenario continues to run through his head as the policemen walk him up to the front door of his home. This was going to be the worst moment in his life. His mother wouldn't be so harsh about it, but his dad would take this to his grave. The front door slowly opens a few moments after the knocks, with both Raymond and Michelle Parish standing together. The look on their faces is one of shock as they realize that it is their son with two police officers. His father is the first to speak up.
Raymond Parish: Wh-what's going on officers? What happened?
Officer Morrison: Well, it seems that your boy here was out smoking drugs with some other kids. They all got away, but this kid didn't move a lick.
The reason he didn't "move a lick" was because he was too scared to move. He figured it best if he stayed and got caught, rather than be chased down and slammed onto the ground. His mother appeared almost in tears, not every having fathomed her son getting in trouble with the law.
Michelle Parish: What are you gonna do to him?
Officer Peters: I think...we can put this behind us. I mean, almost every kid tries it atleast once. It's not a major deal. We'll be leaving his punishment up to you two.
With that the officers scurry back to their patrol cars, leaving De'Andre at the mercy of his parents. That is probably the worst thing they could have done. His dad grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pulls him into the house, almost slinging him halfway across the hallway by doing so. 'Dre stumbles a bit, but maintains his balance as he begins to walk away.
Raymond Parish: Boy, where in the hell do you think you're going? We're not done with you!
De'Andre stops right in his tracks, he was already embarrassed enough, he really didn't need a lecture about it. He turns back to his parents, arms hanging down at his side...almost appearing defeated.
Raymond Parish: First you let your grades start slipping down to C's...now this? What's wrong with you, kid? Huh?
De'Andre knows better to answer this. It's a retorical question, and if he answered it his pops would just say he was mouthing at him or something.
Michelle Parish: You remember what we talked about before? That if you didn't get those grades up we were going to have to do something? Well, I think this calls for it.
With that, De'Andre in his anger does the worst thing a kid can do to his parents...walks away. He stomps up the stairs, letting his feet take his anger out on them as he rushes to his room. Come to think of it, it was probably better that his parents did what they were going to do...because he was ready to get out of this crappy little town. He slams his bedroom door shut, his parents still down by the door, stricken with shock. He quickly grabs a pair of head phones and his iPod, shuffling through his massive music library until he finds the song he's looking for, Exhibit C by Jay Electronica. About the time Jay reaches the lyrics on 'Dre's shirt, his door swings wide open to reveal his father. Anger has now replaced the shock on his face, but 'Dre simply ignores him, bobbing his head to the music. This sends his father over the edge, as he storms over at rips the head phones off of his head.
Raymond Parish: You know what? You wanna go out and do drugs and ruin your life? Fine! But, you're not coming back into this house. No, sir! You're not even gonna do it in this town. I've got the perfect place for you to go. Boarding school.
Wow. Was what De'Andre did really that bad that he was getting booted out of the house? De'Andre has had enough of his pops at this point, and that last comment sent him over the edge as well.
De'Andre Ray Parish: Good! I'm tired of this shitty little town anyway. Don't nobody wanna be here! I wanna get out of this town, and be somebody. I don't wanna be forty years old, doing some crappy job, and hating my life like you. 'Cause there isn't a damn thing in this town for me, bruh. Not a damn thing...
Before those last few words came out, his father stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. De'Andre didn't really want to go to boarding school, or be out of this house at sixteen. But, he couldn't let his father know that. He had to appear strong, so that maybe he would not go through with it. Unfortunately, his dad was set on shipping him off. There was no turning back from this point.
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