Post by BLAZE XAVIER CHAMBERS on Aug 5, 2013 22:53:39 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0478144b9f16c95a37367d1aca56b45c/tumblr_mkfax8tDxp1s97ldco1_500.png); padding: 5px, bTable] BLAZE X. CHAMBERS 21 | HETEROSEXUAL | BARISTA | COLLEGE STUDENT | HARRY STYLES THE INTERVIEW WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? SIT DOWN. well damn. you aren't bossy at all. [blaze smirks a little and settles down slowly] aren't you suppose to ask for my name and age and all of that good stuff? i'm giving you minutes of my time and i wasn't expecting a sassafrass. it's kind of cute.. alright, alright, don't get your panties in a bunch. i'm blaze. blaze chambers. i'm fine, thanks for asking. [he's amused by the miffed look he receives] oh come on, lighten up, sweetheart. WHAT, DO YOU NEVER HAVE A DATE? STOP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT. staring at you like what? i'm innocent. i guess this is the point where i'm supposed to get annoyed with your rudeness, but nah, i'm still amused. and more amused that you seem to want to know about my love life. [he waggles his eyebrows suggestively] if you must know, i'm a stud. it's not all that hard to tell, is it? i have girls hitting on me constantly and i like to do a lot of it myself if a girl's playing hard to get. it's not fun when girls are throwing themselves at me, but every now and then i get myself a fighter. and no, i'm not a player, if that's what you're about to insinuate. i'm just not much of a commitment type of guy unless a girl can really catch my attention. WHATEVER. WHAT QUALITIES DO YOU LOOK FOR IN OTHER PEOPLE? [he smirks again] what qualities? i look for good qualities. [blaze laughs] you seem really annoyed. okay, i look for humor. i like to think that i'm funny and i want someone who can both relate to and reciprocate that. i look for someone who knows how to have fun and have a good time. because, again, i like to think that i'm fun. i look for kindness, too. you can't be a complete asshole. jackass, okay. but you can't be an asshole, though. i guess some other qualities i look for is compassion, creativity.. tolerance, generosity.. and flexibility. HOW MISS AMERICA OF YOU. I SUPPOSE YOU VOLUNTEER EXCESSIVELY, TOO? first of all, not miss america. if you didn't notice, i am of the male specie and i have a dick. though, competing in miss america could be cool... i'm pretty sure i had a second point, but i forgot it. to answer your question, since i'm polite, i'm not much of a volunteering guy. i'm more of your singing in my free time sort of guy. not trying to toot my own horn or anything, but i think i have a pretty decent voice.. the ladies think so. i think i'm pretty good at the piano, too. i also do a little photography and drawing. nothing serious, but i have an eye for what could be made into great art. YOU ACTUALLY LIKE THAT STUFF? DARE I ASK YOU ABOUT YOUR CHILDHOOD? well i mean, i said i did, so i'm gonna go with yes, i actually like that stuff. you can ask, but that doesn't mean that i'm willing to share. since you're so curious about me, i guess i'll give you some insight on my life. [he shakes his head, trying to one up the interviewer] i think i had a pretty rad ass childhood. i lived on the west coast, you know where that is? around california and arizona. i happened to live in arizona, if you were curious about that as well. my mom's an artist and my dad's an indie musician. they're pretty much like twenty-first century hippies, if that gives you some insight. [blaze grins] i learned how to be carefree and have fun from them, and they're both really smart. we were never short of money, because they were entrepreneurs and found a way to get cash. really admirable, if you ask me. they encouraged me and my sibs to follow our dreams ever since we were youngins, and i decided i wanted to pursue music. people would probably say that my childhood's a little odd, but i don't think so. i think my parents raised me well. we headed over to maine when i was about sixteen, and here i am now. in college, and trying to get a break. THAT'S IT? NO SKELETONS IN YOUR CLOSET OR ANYTHING? why would i tell you any of my secrets? i can deal with telling you other things, but why would i tell you something so personal when you're a.) rude and b.) a stranger. sorry, dollface. maybe next time. here's a secret. [he leans forward, quirking an eyebrow at the interviewer] i accidentally dropped my sister's tooth brush in the toilet and i didn't tell her. [it's not true, he's just being a jerk right now] ooc; his secret is that for about a good year, he slept with his best friend's girlfriend without him realizing a thing. EH, I'VE HEARD WORSE. IS IT GOING TO INTERFERE WITH YOUR TIME IN BRUNSWICK? you can't get enough of me, can you? i don't think it will. what my sister doesn't know won't kill her. besides i'm sure she has a new toothbrush right now. just because her toothbrush ended up in the toilet doesn't mean i'm gonna be a barista my whole life and not get that big break i'm hoping for with a great producer like usher or something. if my singing gig doesn't work out, i'll probably resort to something with art. thinking about being an illustrator, how cool, right? or maybe a chef... if all else fails, i'll become a hippie like my parents. IF ALL ELSE FAILS, I'M SURE YOU HAVE A RELATIVE'S BASEMENT YOU CAN LIVE IN. i was actually really digging the hippie idea. is this your way of telling me that you want to know about my family? i am honestly flattered by your curiosity. keep it up, you'll know more about me than any other girl. you know, my older brother is actually really business oriented and he has a law firm and a big happy family. his house is so fucking huge. i bet he'd let me stay in his basement. his basement is like a decent-sized apartment. that's something i wouldn't mind. i couldn't stay in my sister's basement, though. it's really damp and cold down there. and my other sister's still in high school and living with my parents, so obviously, she's not an option. she's always asking if she could come live with me in my apartment, but i usually have women in and out, so that's a bad idea. plus, money doesn't grow on trees and i'd rather not have to feed another mouth. ALRIGHT. THAT'S IT. SHUT THE DOOR ON YOUR WAY OUT, WON'T YOU? trying to get rid of me already, sweetheart? for some reason, i don't feel that this is over. you're trying that hard-to-get thing i was mentioning earlier. i like it. BEHIND THE MASK DEE | 16 | CST | THRU ALEXA AND CHAR | N/A FER NOW He heard his door creak open and then shut before light footsteps thudded over to his bed. His bed sank next to him and soon after, a small figure cuddled up to him and a head of platinum blonde rested against his chest. When Parker finally looked down to Belle, she was already staring up at him, her smoky, dark turquoise eyes eyeing him in concern. "Baby, are you gonna talk to me or leave me in the dark?" Her petite hand moved up to brush his face, rubbing against his stubble. “I’m here for you, okay?" Parker didn’t say a word, but just watched her before leaning down to kiss her forehead. He brought in a breath, trying to keep his walls up. A minute passed and he finally spoke up. "My mama. She got really hurt today and they had to do a surgery on her. They also told us about something she and my dad had been hiding for a while…" He would not cry but at the same time, it felt a little better to be telling someone about this instead of keeping it balled up inside. Belle’s eyes softened more, this time her eyes taking on fright instead. He could tell she sensed the worst. "What’s wrong with Mama K…?" He blew out a breath. He needed to stay composed. “She has breast cancer, but it’s starting to get worse, fast." He’d said the words aloud, it all finally hitting him like a ton of bricks. Belle looked horrified at the words and she instantly began to tear up. "Oh, Parker. I’m so sorry." He could hear she genuinely meant it as she wrapped her arms around him tight in a comfort embrace. “Mama K… She’s.. S-she’s strong, okay? She’s gonna get through this. Ain’t nothing too big for your mama to overcome." That was just it. Cancer killed many people everyday, even the strongest people. It was a disease and she wasn’t immune. Parker slowly sat up and swung his legs over the bed. "You didn’t see her, Belle." Parker’s voice was dangerously quiet and he stared straight ahead. “When I saw her on that bed today.. When I saw my mama laying there with bandages around her head, IVs attached in a manner where she could barely even move and how weak she looked with her sallow skin, I almost lost hope. I wanted to cry because my mom looked like she had the life sucked out of her." He turned his head to look at Belle, who had tears rushing down her cheeks. His eyes wrinkled at the sides, his walls starting to fall down. “Belle, my mom’s dying. My mom… She’s dying. Why her? What did she ever fucking do to anybody? All she ever did was being good mom and a good fucking person." He stood up, fist clenching. He was furious. Furious that he mom was going to be taken away from him like this. "Parker, please, calm down…" Belle started to plead with him, sitting up on her knees. "Calm down? You want me to calm down? Someone who doesn’t deserve to die is going to die because of some stupid disease! My mama, the person who raised me and my brother and my sister—" He choked on his own cry of distress, practically yelling. “Rosie’s gonna have to grow up without a mother to guide her, she won’t even get to see her grandchildren. What am I gonna do without the woman who helped me through everything?" |
