KINCADE, Ryder

[ryder]

RYDERfelixKINCADE

"slippery pessimist hypocrite master,
conservative communist apocalyptic bastard."

i was almost there ;

i am not here

i was born as ; Ryder Felix Kincade
i have had a heart beat for ; Nineteen years young
i showed up on ; July sixth
i've come to look like this ; face::
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everyone notices my ; any striking features about your character here.
i look just like; Kurt Cobain

the act that i am ;

i'm not listening

my ideal career was ; Musician
though i was living as ; Nothing
independently i was ; Very poor
curiousity leads to ; Pansexual
this is the stage i play ; personality, at least three paragraphs please.
i go for ; Chicken , Rain , Sweaters , Cigarettes , Redheads , Pens , Yellow pads of paper (with blue lines) , Seventy-seven , Pain , Fire/Lighters , Brushing hair ,
i can't stand ; Lightning , Coffee , Druggies , People who try to hurt others , Knives , Scissors , Needles (for drugs or sewing) , Pencils , Blank paper (the kind used in printers) ,

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end of the beginning ;

i'm in my head

i am from the city of ; where was your character born?
i've been in whispering willows for ; how long has your character been in the institution?
i am here because ; what is wrong with them?
my family consists of ; who is in the family? just put a list of stuffs for all i care, heh.
the book of my life goes as follows; history goes here, at least three paragraphs please.
they say the breaking point was here; whats the story of what finally sent your character here?

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what if i wanted to break ;

and i'm spinning

go ahead and call me; Beeh.
i've been doing this for ; About seven years or so.
i found you ; Because of Kristine!
my other characters are ; I don't have any others.
best way to reach me is by ; MSN - [e-mail]

this is just a game ;

the rules have been ; Read.
the rules were written by ; Kristine!
and heres my test run ; If you were to look at the male sitting on his living room couch, you could say he looked depressed. It wasn't the case of course, Jude was just disappointed. Down to his last joint that he had managed to coax out of his buddies Frankie before they had their last fight. It was only slightly bigger than an average sized joint. The male's chin turned up to the ceiling, how long ago was that? A few days? No, that couldn't be that, she hadn't come over for... a week and a half. Yeah, that had to be it.

"The weed is dry, it'll run like a mother-fucker." He said out loud while rolling the joint between his fingers, the walls were the only ones who heard. "I need a roommate." He shook his head, no, he'd hate living with someone. But a cat would be nice, or a dog. The male nodded, a dog would be perfect. The animal wouldn't fight with him because he got dropped in the drunk tank for the night because of a bad trip. No, it'd just bark, wag it's tail and lick his face when he got home. He didn't smile even though it was a nice idea.

Jude's eyes closed and opened them again, they started to wander around the loft. It was an open space, rather than having a closed in bedroom and kitchen. Only the bathroom, which was pretty much a closet with a toilet, sink and shower big enough for a monkey. His bed sat in the corner, unmade, furthest from the door leading down the stairs.

There was a half ass made kitchen, three counters with two cupboards over head, what looked like a sink that belonged in the bathroom, a small stove and a cooler for his food. The coffee table his feet were under served at his dining table. A gray and green patterned couch sat along the wall and a bean bag chair on the left side, under the rather small window.

There was nothing on the walls, that was depressing in itself. No pictures, posters, shelves or anything. Jude hated his place, too morbid for his liking. But it did for him what he needed, provided a shelter. Jude's chocolate eyes moved down to his lap and saw the joint had fallen from his hand so he picked it back up and dug in his jeans for his lighter. "God dammit!" The male cursed and sat up, removing his feet from the pitiful coffee table.

It took a moment to see it, it figured it would be funny to hide behind the ashtray, he concluded. A spark flew, the flame was on and the joint was lit. He inhaled the smoke deeply and held it for what felt like ever, and it was too long. Pure white smoke came tumbling out of his mouth and nose in a coughing fit, he placed the joint in the ashtray and stood.

He had grabbed his last brew from the cooler and sat back down, the joint went out. Jude sighed, placed it in his mouth again and re-lit it. It was better now that he had the beer, the weed was dry, he was right, and harsh on his throat. Three or four hits later, he popped the tab on his can and drank steadily until the weight of the tin lessened considerably.

"Fuck. A television would be better than a dog.." He shook his head and took a few more hits from the joint and gently crushed the cherry in the ashtray, he only smoked half of it, he needed to save it. "Nah.." The male finished his beer and crushed the can before throwing it to the garbage pale near his 'kitchen'. He had nothing to do now, his eyes dropped closed and he waited, though for what he didn't know, but still, he just waited.