Post by Eisak V. Prokofiev on Jul 13, 2009 13:55:46 GMT -5
EisakV.Prokofiev
[/b][/font]Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me.
[/center]NICK NAMES[/color] Eisy
AGE[/color] Eighteen, May First
GENDER[/color] Male
SEXUALITY[/color] Bisexual
MEMBER GROUP[/color] Senior
PLAY-BY[/color] Toumas Holopainen
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OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?
[/color][/center]INTERESTING. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY LIFE?
[/center]EXPRIENCE[/color] 5 years
CONTACT[/color] "Eisak" on Perfect Rhythm
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE[/color]
The words rang through Eisak's as he held her in his arms and the words escaped from her mouth. It was over. All those good times, all those hard times, all those times worth remembering, worthless and a waste of time. No longer was he going to wake up next to her. No longer was he going to love her in the same way. But, ultimately, no longer was he going to be able to love another in the same manner.
She got up, grabbed her coat, and went through the door, leaving Eisak alone in his rather large, black chair. Things were quickly falling apart and things were not going well. By all means, things were going to hell.
Slam the door went, and plop a tear went against the ground. Eisak had been too busy smiling in the past few months to even think about anything even resembling the water and salt excaping from his eyes. She made him whole, she made him want to see tommorow. What was Eisak going to do? Why should he get up now? Why, why, why?
Eisak knew what had happened; she left him. Why? He still didn't know. He didn't want to know, but, all at the same time, he knew he had too. She did it so fast, so quick, so precise, and so hard all at the same time. How could she do this too him? How could she just abandon him in his time of need? She knew he didn't let go very easily, and she also knew how much he loved her. He would give the world for her, but he now knew she would never do the same for him.
The pain was too much, it was too overwealming. Eisak had drugs in his home, and he knew where they were. The classes of chemistry had taught him what to mix together in order to properly take someone out painlessly and quickly. Hell, Eisak knew how to put himself into a coma for the rest of his mortal life. He knew how to do anything.
Still, a gunshot to the head seemed so much more appealing. It was gross and terrible to look at, by all means it was terrifying to the weak-stomach eye.
Eisak knew this was not the answer. Death was never the answer, tommorow would come, and Eisak would be just fine (in time.) He knew things would eventually get better, and he also knew that things would not fall apart if given the chance. He knew a lot of things, but nothing all at the same time. Things would never be the same; the wounds were too deep. Eisak knew that life was filled with pains and groans and scrapes. He also knew that life was full of joy and laughter, like the same kind that he had been experiencing in the past few months.
Eisak loved her. A lot. He knew that things would be okay, he knew that they would be fine. But still, the pills in the cabnet sounded mighty appealing and appitizing...
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CARLEE BARLEY !? OF CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS AND I SHOULDN'T STEAL IT OR TAKE THIS CREDIT OFF BECAUSE IF I DO, SHE'LL EAT ME WITH ONE OF THOSE MELON SCOOPERS!
