Post by tucker on Jan 22, 2013 18:43:34 GMT -5
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*TUCKERBRAXTONPHILP,
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Face Claim: <Izzy Hilton>
OH, HAI THERE! I'MREAGAN AND IT IS MY PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. I'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR TEN YEARS SO I KNOW WHAT TO DO. YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME? HIT ME UP AT PRIVATE MESSAGEAND I'LL TRY TO GET BACK TO YOU.
[/color][/font][/size]ucker Philp walked out of class that morning, yawning. He was never one for morning classes, but when his report card from last year was seen by his father, he had a good talking to. He needed to pass his last year of high school if he ever wanted to see the college life. Yes, it was his mother and father who were going to pay for college. Even though they knew his lifestyle, they thought that putting him in religious studies would help him break out of that lifestyle. Oh, he could only imagine how they would react if they saw him now. That's the one thing he feared the most in life. Having his family show up unannounced. It was bad enough that he was sent to this darned school, he didn't need to be dragged away from it and put into a church for the rest of his life. Of course, Tucker still believed in God, but his views on him were completely different from other Christians.
FULL NAME tucker braxton philp
AGE eighteen
GRADE 12
SEXUALITY homosexual
BIRTHDAY march 12th
OVERALL APPEARANCE
LIKES
DISLIKES
STRENGTHS
WEAKNESSES
PERSONALITY
HISTORY
RP EXAMPLE
Tucker looked up at the sun as he entered the outdoors. Finally an escape, a release. He had a spare class and would do what he normally did during this spare. He would go and sit in the empty field, roll a fatty and watch the football players practice. Throwing his long blonde hair over his shoulder, Tuck looked down at his handbag. He rummaged through it, pulling out a package of cigarettes and a lighter. Putting the cancer stick to his pale lips, Tucker lit the cigarette and inhaled fiercely. Exhaling, the young male started toward the field. As he was just about to take his first step, someone ran into him as if on purpose causing him to drop his cigarette.
"What the hell! Can't you watch where you're going, Fagot?" Yelled a gangly basketball player. Tucker knew this guy well. He wasn't the most popular guy around, but he liked to pick on Tucker to make himself look better in front of his friends. It was working.
All Tucker could do was frown, flip him the bird and pick up his smoke. Did this aggravate him? Of course. He hated Homo-Haters, but if he yelled something back, he would just be causing unwanted drama and attention for himself. Don't get me wrong, Tucker loved getting attention, just not that kind of attention.
He put the smoke back up to his lips and continued to suck on it. His green heels clicked and clacked against the cobble stone as he marched on. Again, the tall male rummaged through his handbag only to grab a small bottle of Vodka. He didn't care about drinking on campus, hell he came to school drunk most days. It was how he could study properly. Giggling like a princess, Tucker opened the small bottle and guzzled it down. It burned, but he didn't mind. The burn is what he loved the most. He threw the bottle into the trash by the parking lot and continued on his merry way.
He finally came to his usual spot. He unwrapped the scarf from around his neck and lay it in the grass. Looking around once more, he waited until the last of the football players were on the field before he sat down in a very sexual manner. He loved this. Why? The reason behind this was that he was a mysterious hot chick who sat down and smoked weed by the field. The boys didn't know that he was who he was. They couldn't see that far away. He grinned and crossed his legs, making sure he didn't poke out anywhere.
He searched for his cigarette package again and pulled out a cigarette look-a-like. Grinning to himself, Tucker put out the smoke and put the look-a-like between his index finger and thumb. He then took his lighter and lit the rolled paper until it burned smoothly. At this point, he brought the natural herbs to his lips and puffed away. As he exhaled, he coughed a few times. This was exquisite. As he puffed away, he didn't realize that there was someone lurking about.[/size][/center]
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/quote][/ul]WORDS! six hundred ninety one
STATUS! complete
TAGS! open
NOTES! i'm sorry this is kind of poopie
INSPIRATION! my friend carver.
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By PIC CREDIT GOES HERE
LYRICS! "Mine" by Taylor Swift
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