Post by ziggy lennon navarro on Jul 8, 2009 11:37:03 GMT 10
[/size]ziggy lennon navarro !
dependent, creative, hippie.
Name: Ziggy Lennon Navarro
Nickname(s): zig zag
Degree: Art
Major: Visual Art
Minor: n/a
Age: Nineteen
Grade: Freshman
Birthdate: December 23
Orientation: Opened to it all
Location: Portland, Oregon
`Appearance !
Ziggy is not the guy that girls or even guys grow up imagining they'll marry or fall in love with. He's not ugly, but he's a different type of handsom that most people don't seem to catch onto until they're a little bit older. Coming from a completely Jewish family he has many Jewish cliche's mixed into his looks, but he's happy that way. He's not particullary picky about how he looks and he isn't exactly as clean as he should be. Along with that he can be a bit on the generally disheveled side, but that doesn't mean that he is lacking in the charm department. Despite everything about his looks something about his quirky sideways smile seems to be enough to get everybody to at least look past his cover, if only just a bit more.
A slightly well kept bit of wavy brown hair tops Ziggy's head. The hair usually doesn't get too long, but from time to time it gets what he considers to be a bit out of hand. As a young kid he was a blonde, but that quickly changed as he grew older. Now the hair covering his head is chocolate brown and sometimes in a bit of a tangle. Big brown possibly almost a muddy green pair of eyes fall about halfway down his face. His eyes are usually the best place to read his emotions. The boy is filled with emotions and he isn't always aware that they show right through his eyes. Generally they're sparkling or slightly off to the side with a haze over them. Generally he has a bit of a dopey look on his face, but that can also form into a large grin or a frown or really any facial expression. His face is a bit on the chubby side and usually there's at least a bit of scruff covering the lower half. Somtimes he sticks to just some form of a beard and other times a moustache comes in as well. The color of his facial hair is actually rather close to that of his hair.
Ziggy doesn't really have all that great of a body and he's more than honest about that. He doesn't really care that he's a bit on the pudgy side and isn't about to do anything about it. He has a bit of a stomach that stands out over his pants line and doesn't plan on trying to lose weight anytime soon.
The male's style often ends up working with his personality as well as how he looks. He looks a bit like a dirty hippie and that's sort of how he dresses. Generally he just ends up pulling on some sort of a peace and love t-shirt. The shirts tend to end up having little holes in them from time to time, but it isn't something that he pays much attention to. His pants also tend to have random holes or they're covered in paint. He's basically a pretty relaxed sort of person in his style. He doesn't shop high end or really for anything unless it ends up being on clearance.
Ziggy is not the guy that girls or even guys grow up imagining they'll marry or fall in love with. He's not ugly, but he's a different type of handsom that most people don't seem to catch onto until they're a little bit older. Coming from a completely Jewish family he has many Jewish cliche's mixed into his looks, but he's happy that way. He's not particullary picky about how he looks and he isn't exactly as clean as he should be. Along with that he can be a bit on the generally disheveled side, but that doesn't mean that he is lacking in the charm department. Despite everything about his looks something about his quirky sideways smile seems to be enough to get everybody to at least look past his cover, if only just a bit more.
A slightly well kept bit of wavy brown hair tops Ziggy's head. The hair usually doesn't get too long, but from time to time it gets what he considers to be a bit out of hand. As a young kid he was a blonde, but that quickly changed as he grew older. Now the hair covering his head is chocolate brown and sometimes in a bit of a tangle. Big brown possibly almost a muddy green pair of eyes fall about halfway down his face. His eyes are usually the best place to read his emotions. The boy is filled with emotions and he isn't always aware that they show right through his eyes. Generally they're sparkling or slightly off to the side with a haze over them. Generally he has a bit of a dopey look on his face, but that can also form into a large grin or a frown or really any facial expression. His face is a bit on the chubby side and usually there's at least a bit of scruff covering the lower half. Somtimes he sticks to just some form of a beard and other times a moustache comes in as well. The color of his facial hair is actually rather close to that of his hair.
Ziggy doesn't really have all that great of a body and he's more than honest about that. He doesn't really care that he's a bit on the pudgy side and isn't about to do anything about it. He has a bit of a stomach that stands out over his pants line and doesn't plan on trying to lose weight anytime soon.
The male's style often ends up working with his personality as well as how he looks. He looks a bit like a dirty hippie and that's sort of how he dresses. Generally he just ends up pulling on some sort of a peace and love t-shirt. The shirts tend to end up having little holes in them from time to time, but it isn't something that he pays much attention to. His pants also tend to have random holes or they're covered in paint. He's basically a pretty relaxed sort of person in his style. He doesn't shop high end or really for anything unless it ends up being on clearance.
Best Feature: "I don't know what my best feature is. I guess that I'll say my facial hair. I think that its pretty awesome. I remember being so proud when I could get a full beard in like sophomore year."
Worst Feature: "I'm a fatty. I don't know if its my worst feature or anything like that, but I don't actually really care how I look. People just tell me I"m fat and I know that I am and I don't really mind that much, its just unhealthy. I guess its bad in the fact that its so unhealthy though." [/size]
`Personality !
DEPENDENT
Despite how many peopel have tried to pull him away from his dependency, Ziggy really doesn't appear that he can take care of himself. While he doesn't depend on too many people around him, there is a huge dependence that he feels for his mom. Even though he is out of his home and supposed to be trying to live on his own, the male still calls his mom up all the time. Many people tell him that he needs to learn to break free, if only by cutting down on their phone calls throughout the day. Basically, Ziggy puts all his eggs on his mom always being there to clean up after him and love him and it often means that he puts way too much thought into how she feels about everything in his entire life.
CREATIVE
Generally, Ziggy doesn't think much like the people around him. He sees the world in different types of ways and it usually shows itself in various ways. Of course his most obvious creative outlet is his artwork. The boy draws and the boy paints and he does basically any form of hands on art that he finds inspiration in. He's the type of person that can look at a flashlight and figure out a creative way to portray it to the world so that there is something more interesting about it than anybody could have imagined. Sometimes his creative mind falls a bit flat, but usually he can create interesting ideas in anything whether he's trying to pull the idea out of his ass or not.
HIPPIE
The boy was born and raised with the ideas of the sixties being hammered into his mind constantly. He's against war for the most part and he tends to end up disreguarding any musician that doesn't sound like a clone of almost anybody that played at woodstock. Really though, he isn't all peace and love. He becomes much deeper and much more of a druggie in the end. His mom knows he smokes and drinks and stuff like that. Ziggy is a free spirit when it comes down to it. He's doesn't exactly like feeling confined or boxed in. He lives his life from day to day and enjoys what he has to the fullest extent that he believes that he possibly could.
DEPENDENT
Despite how many peopel have tried to pull him away from his dependency, Ziggy really doesn't appear that he can take care of himself. While he doesn't depend on too many people around him, there is a huge dependence that he feels for his mom. Even though he is out of his home and supposed to be trying to live on his own, the male still calls his mom up all the time. Many people tell him that he needs to learn to break free, if only by cutting down on their phone calls throughout the day. Basically, Ziggy puts all his eggs on his mom always being there to clean up after him and love him and it often means that he puts way too much thought into how she feels about everything in his entire life.
CREATIVE
Generally, Ziggy doesn't think much like the people around him. He sees the world in different types of ways and it usually shows itself in various ways. Of course his most obvious creative outlet is his artwork. The boy draws and the boy paints and he does basically any form of hands on art that he finds inspiration in. He's the type of person that can look at a flashlight and figure out a creative way to portray it to the world so that there is something more interesting about it than anybody could have imagined. Sometimes his creative mind falls a bit flat, but usually he can create interesting ideas in anything whether he's trying to pull the idea out of his ass or not.
HIPPIE
The boy was born and raised with the ideas of the sixties being hammered into his mind constantly. He's against war for the most part and he tends to end up disreguarding any musician that doesn't sound like a clone of almost anybody that played at woodstock. Really though, he isn't all peace and love. He becomes much deeper and much more of a druggie in the end. His mom knows he smokes and drinks and stuff like that. Ziggy is a free spirit when it comes down to it. He's doesn't exactly like feeling confined or boxed in. He lives his life from day to day and enjoys what he has to the fullest extent that he believes that he possibly could.
Likes: the beatles, edie sedgwick, andy warhol, weed, protests, love beads, girls in flowy dresses, peace, reading thoreau, communes, hemp, homemade clothing, special brownies, lava lamps, smirnoff, empire records, bob dylan, glueing coins to the ground
Dislikes: grunge rock, name brands, hardcore drugs, your mom jokes, guitar hero, break ups, rainy days, disney, war, cover songs, when people cry, et, the education system, tests, gas guzzling cars, fights, insults, cleaning up anything, elvis, poorly designed video games, figure heads, the beach.
Positive Traits:
GENUINE
Ziggy has always been a genuine sort of person. He always means everything that he does and it takes a lot to get him to be upset with anybody. Even when he plans on having a night where he can just get high or drunk he usually ends up looking out for other people. Some might say that he's a gentleman, but he says he's just being himself. Ziggy sees no reason to be a jerk to people without a reason and he has some sort of a feeling that he needs to help out every person that he meets. When it comes to parties or friends in general, he basically sits around and makes sure his friends don't kill themselves. No matter what he means well. He's just the type of person that really cares about the world around him.
PROMISING
Most of his life Ziggy has just been a rather promising person. While he may not be very driven he is the type of person that isn't afraid of change and he isn't afraid of taking risks. No matter what the situation, he's always been willing to put himself out for the lions to feast on and ready to take critisism. He's really meant to be the type of person that leads some sort of a revolution or at least helps to make a difference in the world if only in a small way. The boy has always stood out as being able to make change and insite new thought in people. Even in class he can get people to think differently just by the way that he argues and informs people of how he feels and why he feels a certain way.
SURPRISING
Despite how out of it he can be and how much of a slacker he can be too, the boy can surprise people. He may not come off as being that bright, but he knows whats going on in the world. Once people ask him something he can usually shock them with insightful answers. He doesn't really like to strain himself with too much thought or to really try hard on something he doesn't care about, but that doesn't mean he isn't paying attention. During conversations he'll start talking about something completely unrelated, but be able to resite the last three sentences of the person he'd been talking to when asked about it. The boy is just himself and doesn't see a reason in being overly attentive at all moments of time.
Negative Traits:
ARGUMENTIVE
When it comes to his opinions, Ziggy satands firm in all of his beliefs. He isn't one to let other people try to convince him against his feelings and beliefs. While he isn't the type ot begin an argument, Ziggy is perfectly happy to finish one. He's spent years figuring out his opinions and he'll even argue with adults about what he thinks. In class there were many times that he'd argue with his teacher about how certain conflicts could have been avoided and why peace was better in the end. He's not simply just not one to give up on an argument that he knows about and it can be a pain. Since he's so unwilling to accept any ideas there really is no point in arguing with him, so he often does it simply for joy.
POT HEAD
While being a hippie does constitute a certain amount of drug use, Ziggy's drug of choice is pot. He's the type of person that lights up a cigarettes less times a day than he will marijuana. He's the type of person that just enjoys life and he tends to enjoy it more when he's high. He's far from willing to try any other drugs, but he's always interested in pot. Of course there are plenty of reasons that it gets in the way of his life. Sure there are the slight medical risks, but at the same time he really doesn't care. Other times he ends up just not knowing what was going on or being willing to do anything just to get high. By being constantly high he just is leaving himself to being pretty unsafe.
OPTIMISTIC
Ziggy has a never ending canister of optimism. No matter how much anger and pain he knows is in the world, he feels a s though in the end everything will turn out to be okay for everybody. He has believes that everybody will end up where theyr'e supposed to. Being a strong believer in fate he just tries his best and hopes that in the end it turns out okay for him. The whole bit can be incredibly annoying. Talking to somebody that believes everything will always be okay can annoy plenty of people because they don't like having to try and think that everything would be fine. So, he ends up in many fights over whether everything will be okay or not in the end, but he's happy how he is.
Greatest Ambition:
"My main goal is to meet the girl for me. I want her to be the most amazing girl ever and I want her and my mom to be best friends. I've always dreamed of my wife, my mom, and me sitting around just having a great time and her taking her out to the movies and things like that."
Greatest Fear:
"My biggest all time fear is losing my mom. She's all that I truly have when it comes down to it and i can't imagine my life without her around."[/size]
`History !
"My life began at a concert one night (well not really, but according to those against aboration I guess it works that way) that my mom decided to attend. She really wasn't too careful about sex ever and she ended up huddled against the drummer of one of the bands that night. As her luck would have it three weeks later she realized that she was pregnant and despite her parents wishes for her to get rid of the kid seeing as she was only eighteen years old and all of that, she decided= to keep it sure that it would be somebody that would always be there to love her and care for her when she was down in the dumps and at the worst points in her life.
My mom's parents have a lot to do with her life. I was born in the early nineties, and she was born in the early seventies. Her parents were complete and utter dead heads that never fell out of the hippie revolution that swept across america during the sixties. She was raised a hippie and she basically lived her life following her own ideals and wishing that everybody could get along or figure out the world without war and fighting.
Nine months later and I was born. She'd been good enough to stay sober while she was pregnant, but the moment she was done breast feeding me, she was back on the bottle and weed. Of course that meant that I was only breast fed for a few months really. My mom was single and she lived in an apartment in portland, but most of the time she didn't stay in the apartment. Usually she was following some band that she was in love with for the month or off with some new commune that she'd discovered recently. I've lived in about five communes my entire life and most of them took place before I was even in school. There was one summer vacationthat I spent in one though. None of them ever worked out because there was always one person that took advantage of everything else and it basically ruined it for my mom.
While I grew up my uncle John was around most of the time to help my mom with things. He had his own place, but he stayed with us all the time. We had some really amazing times and he was basically my father if I ever had one. He raised me like his own and he really didn't have any family of his own just a lot of girlfriends that would come and go from time to time. He was a nice guy, he just couldn't keep a girl around was all. Basically it was because he was a complete and total kid when it came down to it.
I was twelve when he died. My mom and I had just got home from the resturant she'd recently opened and we got this call saying that he was in the hospital and he'd been in a car crash. We rushed there, but he was dead by time we arrived and the rest of the family was there. My mom didn't really get along with any of her other siblings or her parents, but she sucked it up while they made funeral arrangements. The two of us went to therapy sessions together and I don't think she's been the same since. She was always checking up on me and liked to meet my friends, but after that I would worry about leaving her alone too long and if I didnt' call her when I got to friend's houses or before I went to bed at a sleep over she'd call worrying that I'd deserted her or something like that.
I grew up and things were generally the same. My mom stopped the commune thing though since I was getting a social life and she would feel bad for dragging me away from it all. Still, no matter how many friends I had, I would always be sure to keep my mom as my bestfriend. She knew I liked getting high and she knew I experimented with my sexuality there was only one person that knew me as well as my mom did and that was my best friend who was the daughter of my uncle's best friend. Basically things were good in my life. No relationship ever lasted long. Some girls got annoyed about my mom always calling me and some of them didn't end up passing her test because they were too loud or the two clashed and the idea of the girl I was with not getting along with the one person that I needed in my life killed me, so I would choose her over them all the time.
In high school I didn't do to well because they actually began to care how well I was actually trying. I guess I never really tried to hard because I thought all my teachers were stupid and they never taught me about anything that I actually cared for. Basically I was close to failing out of high school, but I ended up doing fine and amazingly enough I didn't even have to repeat a grade.Of course taking incredible amounts of art classes helped to keep my grades up.
I spent most of high school getting high and masturbating, but I'm over the second part of that. I dated a bit, but there weren't many people that passed the mom test. She isn't hard to please, but I guess I've been known to choose the wrong person. in the end. There was only one time that it bothered me that she didn't approve and that was with Freddie. Freddie was high= in the house and ended up getting caught and despite my mom being fine with me being high she wasn't happy with the fact that Freddie would even risk her seeing her that way. Basically I think my mom wants me to be with somebody that will take care of me while I figure out what to do with my life.
It was actually about six months ago that I looked up my real father. I'd always known his name and so I found him. He remembered my mom based on a picture because apparently she was one of the few people that he actually would have kept around had he known how to contact her. He owns a cd store, it's a cool place. he also has a family. From time to time he calls to check up on me. He said that he felt bad that my mom had to raise me alone, but it wasn't like either of us minded, I just wanted him to know that I existed. I look a lot like him too, so it wasn't hard to figure out that I wasn't lying about being his son.
I started out in college recently. I don't really know how to explain how I got in, but I guess that the portfolio work had a lot more to do with it than my grades. I'm not really all that smart or anything like that, but I can paint and that seemed good enough to get me in this school and I enjoy it. Seattle is amazing. Really, the biggest issue that I have in the world is that I"m so far from my mom. I love my mom and all of that, but that isn't always enough. She calls rather often, but I love her all the same. She is the main person in my life.
"My life began at a concert one night (well not really, but according to those against aboration I guess it works that way) that my mom decided to attend. She really wasn't too careful about sex ever and she ended up huddled against the drummer of one of the bands that night. As her luck would have it three weeks later she realized that she was pregnant and despite her parents wishes for her to get rid of the kid seeing as she was only eighteen years old and all of that, she decided= to keep it sure that it would be somebody that would always be there to love her and care for her when she was down in the dumps and at the worst points in her life.
My mom's parents have a lot to do with her life. I was born in the early nineties, and she was born in the early seventies. Her parents were complete and utter dead heads that never fell out of the hippie revolution that swept across america during the sixties. She was raised a hippie and she basically lived her life following her own ideals and wishing that everybody could get along or figure out the world without war and fighting.
Nine months later and I was born. She'd been good enough to stay sober while she was pregnant, but the moment she was done breast feeding me, she was back on the bottle and weed. Of course that meant that I was only breast fed for a few months really. My mom was single and she lived in an apartment in portland, but most of the time she didn't stay in the apartment. Usually she was following some band that she was in love with for the month or off with some new commune that she'd discovered recently. I've lived in about five communes my entire life and most of them took place before I was even in school. There was one summer vacationthat I spent in one though. None of them ever worked out because there was always one person that took advantage of everything else and it basically ruined it for my mom.
While I grew up my uncle John was around most of the time to help my mom with things. He had his own place, but he stayed with us all the time. We had some really amazing times and he was basically my father if I ever had one. He raised me like his own and he really didn't have any family of his own just a lot of girlfriends that would come and go from time to time. He was a nice guy, he just couldn't keep a girl around was all. Basically it was because he was a complete and total kid when it came down to it.
I was twelve when he died. My mom and I had just got home from the resturant she'd recently opened and we got this call saying that he was in the hospital and he'd been in a car crash. We rushed there, but he was dead by time we arrived and the rest of the family was there. My mom didn't really get along with any of her other siblings or her parents, but she sucked it up while they made funeral arrangements. The two of us went to therapy sessions together and I don't think she's been the same since. She was always checking up on me and liked to meet my friends, but after that I would worry about leaving her alone too long and if I didnt' call her when I got to friend's houses or before I went to bed at a sleep over she'd call worrying that I'd deserted her or something like that.
I grew up and things were generally the same. My mom stopped the commune thing though since I was getting a social life and she would feel bad for dragging me away from it all. Still, no matter how many friends I had, I would always be sure to keep my mom as my bestfriend. She knew I liked getting high and she knew I experimented with my sexuality there was only one person that knew me as well as my mom did and that was my best friend who was the daughter of my uncle's best friend. Basically things were good in my life. No relationship ever lasted long. Some girls got annoyed about my mom always calling me and some of them didn't end up passing her test because they were too loud or the two clashed and the idea of the girl I was with not getting along with the one person that I needed in my life killed me, so I would choose her over them all the time.
In high school I didn't do to well because they actually began to care how well I was actually trying. I guess I never really tried to hard because I thought all my teachers were stupid and they never taught me about anything that I actually cared for. Basically I was close to failing out of high school, but I ended up doing fine and amazingly enough I didn't even have to repeat a grade.Of course taking incredible amounts of art classes helped to keep my grades up.
I spent most of high school getting high and masturbating, but I'm over the second part of that. I dated a bit, but there weren't many people that passed the mom test. She isn't hard to please, but I guess I've been known to choose the wrong person. in the end. There was only one time that it bothered me that she didn't approve and that was with Freddie. Freddie was high= in the house and ended up getting caught and despite my mom being fine with me being high she wasn't happy with the fact that Freddie would even risk her seeing her that way. Basically I think my mom wants me to be with somebody that will take care of me while I figure out what to do with my life.
It was actually about six months ago that I looked up my real father. I'd always known his name and so I found him. He remembered my mom based on a picture because apparently she was one of the few people that he actually would have kept around had he known how to contact her. He owns a cd store, it's a cool place. he also has a family. From time to time he calls to check up on me. He said that he felt bad that my mom had to raise me alone, but it wasn't like either of us minded, I just wanted him to know that I existed. I look a lot like him too, so it wasn't hard to figure out that I wasn't lying about being his son.
I started out in college recently. I don't really know how to explain how I got in, but I guess that the portfolio work had a lot more to do with it than my grades. I'm not really all that smart or anything like that, but I can paint and that seemed good enough to get me in this school and I enjoy it. Seattle is amazing. Really, the biggest issue that I have in the world is that I"m so far from my mom. I love my mom and all of that, but that isn't always enough. She calls rather often, but I love her all the same. She is the main person in my life.
Best Memory: "I've lived a good life. I guess that my favorite memory would actually have to be one that is just simple and small with not real meaning in who I became, but every winter I think back to one week my mom and I spent at my uncle's house. It isn't even just that one week, but a day in that week that I cherish. I was only about seven and he had this hill nearby and he took me out and we would take turns going down in the sled. He's always trip on the way up and I'd just laugh and laugh. After that we went inside and had some hot chocolate that my mom had and watched these documentaries about the beatles and then one on Andy Warhol that were basically to me what the disney movies were to most other people my age."
Worst Memory: "I can still remember my mom's face when we got that stupid call. She just looked like everything had been knocked out of her and I didn't know what to do. I was only twelve years old and I really hadn't known anybody to die before. An hour later we were at the hospital with family members my mom preferred not to talk to and trying to just get everything figure out. My uncle was dead. He was the closest thing to a father that I had ever hat, that I ever could have wished to have."
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`Writing Skill !
THERE was no reason on earth to explain what had possessed one Franz Hayner to decide that he needed to learn to ice skate. For one the boy was not graceful. He wasn’t a klutz, but he wasn’t the type to be gentle about really anything in the world. He was the guy that held the glass model of the world in his hand and put it down without any care so that it would roll off its platform and crash into a million pieces to the ground. Any given day of the week if he asked a friend to head down to the ice rink with him to do anything other than check out the figure skaters that were in training they’d think that the boy had lost his mind and when he’d called up a friend and asked just that the first thing he was asked about was whether he was sick or not. Contrary to what popular opinion would probably later state to the trouble maker, he wasn’t high and he wasn’t drunk when the idea popped into his mind. It wasn’t a completely abstract thought for him, but it was still an experience that the world didn’t think happened nearly as often as it did. Frank didn’t know where the peculiar idea had really originated other than that he’d been talking about it to a friend a few weeks back and they’d been shocked to know that he had never been before. Not one to usually act on any of the things people told him to do, he hadn’t planned on trying ice skating, but when noon had rolled around and he’d found himself still sitting around his house without anything but eating left over cupcakes to do he figured he might as well give something new a try and called out one of his sort of friends to at least get him started until he found somebody else that he’d rather spend some time around.
AFTER renting himself a pair of skates and getting into them Franz began to wonder if this was going to turn into a big mistake. Even on the padded flooring outside of the ice he was having a bit of trouble keeping himself up and much to his dismay the person he’d come with found it to be the funniest thing in the world, well until he was threatened with being stabbed in the leg with one of the skates that was causing Franz so much trouble. He’d do it to. That was more than enough to get the kid to shut up and get him to help Franz learn to at least keep himself up for more than ten seconds. Really the entire ordeal had already proved itself to be a huge blow to his overloaded ego, but all the same he was going to go onto the ice. At least that way he could have one ice skating experience that he could stretch to explain why he didn’t like ice skating to anybody that ever asked if he wanted to go.
THE ice proved to be much scarier than the floor had been because once he was on it there wasn’t even a pad there to catch him when he fell. In order to keep himself upright he attached himself to the small area of the wall he was able to grip and held on as he shuffled himself forward with his eyes basically glued to the ground in front of him. His friend had a bit more experience at this than he did, but still wasn’t able to go so freely around so he simply stayed next to Franz as he shuffled along looking much less awkward than his friend, but still pretty nervous at the same time. One thing to say about Franz, though, was that he wasn’t losing any sense of himself while he wobbled on the ice. When somebody came up to ask if he wanted help he kept with his usual attitude of a smart comment returned before brushing them off for simply not being somebody that he was interested in spending any more time with.
WITHIN about twenty minutes of skating Franz had fallen on his ass about fifteen times and run into and used countless people in order to stop himself from plummeting to the ground. He was probably the least liked person on the ice because of his skating antics, though the worst part was the way he acted when running into somebody. He never apologized and he simply looked back and scoffed a bit as though it hadn’t been his fault for running into somebody’s kid and that it had been them in the way of him on his ice. Despite the tumbles and collisions within the twenty minutes Franz had improved a pretty good amount to the point where he could at least glide forward a few feet before he needed to catch himself. Of course that didn’t seem to reduce the number of times he found himself scooping his body from the ice and poking at another wet spot in his purple sweatshirt. His jeans were close to being completely soaked and his sweatshirt was becoming pretty damp as well with the biggest sections being near his ass and at his wrists and hands. He’d worn mittens sure, but those were soaked through at this point as well. At least his shirt was managing to stay dry.
THERE was still about ten minutes or so before the crowd on the ice needed to clear off to make way for the zamboni to clear the top off once more and make the surface glassy again. Frank wasn’t sure if he preferred the smooth or scraped up ice, but he’d probably end up finding out, at least for a few seconds before the crowd ended up making the entire surface rough again. For now though he was just trying to keep himself in control. It was the longest that he was going without falling and he was pretty proud. His friend had moved off to the other side of the rink to chat up some girl he met, but Franz was fine being off on his own, well he thought he was until next thing he knew he was running into somebody that seemed to appear before him out of nowhere and he was colliding with the ground. “Oye, with the poodles already!” he gasped out unsure where it came from other than the fact that he was tired of finding himself on his ass. He’d sure be giving whoever that had been a bit of hell.
[/size][/center]THERE was no reason on earth to explain what had possessed one Franz Hayner to decide that he needed to learn to ice skate. For one the boy was not graceful. He wasn’t a klutz, but he wasn’t the type to be gentle about really anything in the world. He was the guy that held the glass model of the world in his hand and put it down without any care so that it would roll off its platform and crash into a million pieces to the ground. Any given day of the week if he asked a friend to head down to the ice rink with him to do anything other than check out the figure skaters that were in training they’d think that the boy had lost his mind and when he’d called up a friend and asked just that the first thing he was asked about was whether he was sick or not. Contrary to what popular opinion would probably later state to the trouble maker, he wasn’t high and he wasn’t drunk when the idea popped into his mind. It wasn’t a completely abstract thought for him, but it was still an experience that the world didn’t think happened nearly as often as it did. Frank didn’t know where the peculiar idea had really originated other than that he’d been talking about it to a friend a few weeks back and they’d been shocked to know that he had never been before. Not one to usually act on any of the things people told him to do, he hadn’t planned on trying ice skating, but when noon had rolled around and he’d found himself still sitting around his house without anything but eating left over cupcakes to do he figured he might as well give something new a try and called out one of his sort of friends to at least get him started until he found somebody else that he’d rather spend some time around.
AFTER renting himself a pair of skates and getting into them Franz began to wonder if this was going to turn into a big mistake. Even on the padded flooring outside of the ice he was having a bit of trouble keeping himself up and much to his dismay the person he’d come with found it to be the funniest thing in the world, well until he was threatened with being stabbed in the leg with one of the skates that was causing Franz so much trouble. He’d do it to. That was more than enough to get the kid to shut up and get him to help Franz learn to at least keep himself up for more than ten seconds. Really the entire ordeal had already proved itself to be a huge blow to his overloaded ego, but all the same he was going to go onto the ice. At least that way he could have one ice skating experience that he could stretch to explain why he didn’t like ice skating to anybody that ever asked if he wanted to go.
THE ice proved to be much scarier than the floor had been because once he was on it there wasn’t even a pad there to catch him when he fell. In order to keep himself upright he attached himself to the small area of the wall he was able to grip and held on as he shuffled himself forward with his eyes basically glued to the ground in front of him. His friend had a bit more experience at this than he did, but still wasn’t able to go so freely around so he simply stayed next to Franz as he shuffled along looking much less awkward than his friend, but still pretty nervous at the same time. One thing to say about Franz, though, was that he wasn’t losing any sense of himself while he wobbled on the ice. When somebody came up to ask if he wanted help he kept with his usual attitude of a smart comment returned before brushing them off for simply not being somebody that he was interested in spending any more time with.
WITHIN about twenty minutes of skating Franz had fallen on his ass about fifteen times and run into and used countless people in order to stop himself from plummeting to the ground. He was probably the least liked person on the ice because of his skating antics, though the worst part was the way he acted when running into somebody. He never apologized and he simply looked back and scoffed a bit as though it hadn’t been his fault for running into somebody’s kid and that it had been them in the way of him on his ice. Despite the tumbles and collisions within the twenty minutes Franz had improved a pretty good amount to the point where he could at least glide forward a few feet before he needed to catch himself. Of course that didn’t seem to reduce the number of times he found himself scooping his body from the ice and poking at another wet spot in his purple sweatshirt. His jeans were close to being completely soaked and his sweatshirt was becoming pretty damp as well with the biggest sections being near his ass and at his wrists and hands. He’d worn mittens sure, but those were soaked through at this point as well. At least his shirt was managing to stay dry.
THERE was still about ten minutes or so before the crowd on the ice needed to clear off to make way for the zamboni to clear the top off once more and make the surface glassy again. Frank wasn’t sure if he preferred the smooth or scraped up ice, but he’d probably end up finding out, at least for a few seconds before the crowd ended up making the entire surface rough again. For now though he was just trying to keep himself in control. It was the longest that he was going without falling and he was pretty proud. His friend had moved off to the other side of the rink to chat up some girl he met, but Franz was fine being off on his own, well he thought he was until next thing he knew he was running into somebody that seemed to appear before him out of nowhere and he was colliding with the ground. “Oye, with the poodles already!” he gasped out unsure where it came from other than the fact that he was tired of finding himself on his ass. He’d sure be giving whoever that had been a bit of hell.
`Behind The Character !
Name: Sam
Age: 17
Role-playing experience: four years or more
How you found us: nic =D
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